[King Shen] Please enter the urn

Everyone rested for a while and set off on the road.

Shen Lang took the lead and walked in front, Zhao Biqiong and Yun Chuxiu followed behind with Lin Suxian and the sick old man on their backs respectively.

At the beginning, the Bodhi lotus lanterns were as dense as stars, reflecting the long corridor like a sky.

However, the deeper you went, the dimmer the candlelight became. After hundreds of steps, there were only a few lotus lanterns left.The flames flickered slightly in the cold wind, as if they would be extinguished with one more breath, bringing the world back to darkness.

Shen Lang's eyes moved, and he saw a shadow in front of a place that the lotus lantern could not illuminate, like a strange stone that the craftsman forgot to level.

With a slight smile, he walked towards the shadow without stopping.

Sure enough, she saw Wang Lianhua idling with her hands, leaning lazily on the stone wall.

The side face huddled in the darkness is as white as cold jade, the calm and indifferent color is like a stone carving, and there is a faint cold air in the obsidian-like pupils.

Hearing the noise, the eyeballs slowly slid to the corners of the eyes, saw Shen Lang approaching, turned around, and greeted Shen Lang.

With a gentle expression and a pleasant smile, all the coldness and resentment turned into a wisp of green smoke and drifted away, as if he had a violent expression and left in anger just now, but it was just an illusion of everyone.

Shen Lang's scalp went numb - this is terrible.

He knew Wang Lianhua better than he knew himself.

Prince Wang has never been a good-natured person, he would be more believable than Zhu Qiqi suddenly turning into a lady.

If he really endured and gave in, he had other plans.

Wang Lianhua's schemes cannot be treated normally, even if they are not earth-shattering schemes, they are often teased to make others miserable.

Even if Shen Lang is as smart as Shen Lang, he doesn't want to be the object of Wang Lianhua's design - he doesn't always have a way to deal with this slippery little devil.

Shen Lang was troubled in his heart, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.

He stretched out his hand to put on Wang Lianhua's shoulder, but he didn't hide, and looked at Shen Lang with a smile, his eyes were crystal clear, and there was no sign of any conclusion.

Shen Lang's heart skipped a beat—it's really terrible.

I can't help thinking anxiously, I only hope that the Buddha will bless you, and the prince can take care of the overall situation.

Although Shen Lang harbored hidden worries, at least at this moment Wang Lianhua was extraordinarily considerate of the overall situation.

He seems to have run away from the conflict just now, and is focused on the current predicament.

Leading the people to the farthest he has gone.

It was a narrower hole. The originally wide corridor that could accommodate two people running side by side suddenly narrowed down to this point, and only one person could bend down to get in.

Wang Lianhua squatted halfway at the entrance of the cave, holding a lotus lantern in her hand and poking into the cave to take a photo.

The corridor in the cave is narrow and slender, polished very smooth, presenting an extremely steep slope, like a slide hewn out of rocks, winding and leading to nowhere.

Wang Lianhua said: "This is the way down the mountain."

"Have you thought of anything?"

"Going down the mountain?" Zhao Biqiong thought for a moment, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he asked in surprise, "Is this road leading to the valley and mountain stream that I saw in the thin cloud and mist when I came across the cliff?"

Wang Lianhua said: "I think even if it's not, it's not too far off."

Zhao Biqiong sighed: "I thought that if I swam over it, I would pass through the Kurong Valley. I didn't expect to have to play in the valley."

The exclamation was halfway through, and the remaining half was "Thousand Buddha Temple is so dangerous, and I have lost many good hands, so I don't know what it will be like?"

Although he didn't say anything, everyone also had similar fears in their hearts.

But what about fear?

Knowing that the dragon's pond and tiger's lair are ahead, I can only give it a go and make a breakthrough!

Wang Lianhua said: "Let's go."

Throw away the lotus lantern and enter the cave first.

Everyone didn't hesitate, and entered sequentially.

Sliding down the stone ladder, the gloomy wind whimpered in my ears.

The tunnel is thin and narrow. Even if everyone lay flat on it, their foreheads seemed to be scratched against the stone wall.

They felt as if they were being swallowed by a strange beast, swallowing down a long and narrow tunnel like an esophagus.

Oppressive, cramped, and spinning, it seems that the surrounding stone walls are squeezing inward, trying to crush them into mud.

Everyone had been gliding in the suffocating darkness for an unknown amount of time, before they were finally spat out by the greedy "strange beast".

Wang Lianhua took Shen Lang's hand and stood up from the ground.

Looking around this brand new world with sharp eyes.

The moon and stars are sparse, the smoke covers the fields, the mountains and forests are empty, and it looks peaceful and quiet under the faint moonlight.

Everyone still remembers that when they took the Fengbo Pavilion to overlook the valley, with the long river as the boundary, it was magnificent on the one hand and withered on the other.

Comparing what you see in front of your eyes, there are remnant forests and valleys, withered grass in the sky, scorched and dead air filling the field, not half a star is green, and it is full of withered colors.

They should have reached the withered part of the Valley of Dry Prosperity.

Everyone proceeded cautiously, and when they entered the forest, they found that there were faint shadows and strips hanging from the dead trees of the entire remnant forest.

Cautiously approaching and taking a closer look, he couldn't help but gasp.

It was a corpse!

Some have been air-dried, like the steaks that farmers have dried under the eaves.Some were more than half shattered, leaving only broken skulls under the fiddle of the cold wind, tinkling like chimes and bronze chimes.Some are still fresh, and the skin and flesh are pecked by eagles, and the skin and flesh are peeled off, revealing the white bones.

Thousands of corpses are like lanterns all over the sky during the Lantern Festival, overlapping one after another, hanging in a patchwork pattern throughout the entire valley, with no end in sight at a glance, filling the entire sky with a dead breath, even the bright moon hanging high It's so pale, so majestic and terrifying that it makes people shudder!

The sick old man couldn't help shaking, curled up on Yunchuxiu's back, as if the fear in his heart made him shorter.

Her throat trembled slightly, and she said dryly, "Is this place... intended to scare people?"

"How many people did they have to kill...to make a forest like this?"

Shen Lang shook his head and said, "That's not the case."

"Look at those bones, some of them have been cracked and turned into ashes. I've been afraid of them for decades."

"I guess, hanging the corpse on the tree may be the funeral custom of the mountain people who once lived here, just like the sky burial in Mongolia."

"Later, the behind-the-scenes people who set up a relic in this place invaded and used it."

This guess is reasonable, and everyone who listened nodded frequently.

However, Wang Lianhua smiled and said: "You always take people's hearts too seriously."

"The dead in this forest, why couldn't they be slaughtered by that person's order? They've been dead for 30, [-] years or hundreds of years. They're all in a state of ostentation. How can you tell the difference based on your eyesight?"

Shen Lang frowned slightly: "If so many people were killed and died, it is impossible that there will be no news in the world."

Wang Lianhua sneered and said, "What if the people who died were all people who would not care about it at all?"

He pointedly said: "It's like the people in a remote mountain village, like the mountain people in this mountain."

In order to make Chu Qiuci come back to her heart, Happy King once sent a group of ghost-faced killers to help her slaughter the mountain village where she was raised, causing the blood of the unarmed people to flow all over the mountain, and no one was able to escape.

Then why couldn't the same ruthless person who set up the situation kill the original owner of this land in order to take the Thousand Buddha Temple and Kurong Valley into his pocket and become his cunning rabbit's den?

Though guesses were just guesses, dry bones and rotting corpses couldn't open their mouths to talk to them.

But my heart couldn't help feeling cold, and the wind chirped, like ten thousand ghosts crying in the forest.

Everyone walked towards the forest for a while with gloomy faces, and Zhao Biqiong, who was always looking around vigilantly, stopped suddenly.

Shen Lang said: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Biqiong's eyes were fixed on one direction.

He said: "...saw an acquaintance."

acquaintance?who?

Everyone had their own guesses in their hearts, and followed his gaze one after another.

Not far ahead, on a bare old tree, hung a dead body alone, wearing a black suit with narrow sleeves and tight legs, with a rotten face, revealing hollow eye sockets and white bones.

Zhao Biqiong put down Lin Suxian on his back and handed it to Yun Chuxiu for support.

Striding forward, he reached out and pinched the corpse's left sleeve and turned it over, revealing a crooked plum blossom embroidered on the inner lining.

At that time, Zhao Bisuo was young and playful, secretly embroidered a flower on each of his disciples' military uniforms with a needle and thread, the embroidery was messy and unsightly, and she lost her temper and refused to allow anyone to remove it.

He still remembered that the clothes of the three boys were peonies, rhododendrons and begonias, the clothes of the two girls were hydrangeas and pear flowers, Qi'er was covered with orchid grass, and his eldest disciple Yin Qing's clothes were plum blossoms!

This was supposed to be a warm and beautiful memory, but it finally became a mark to confirm the identity of the corpse.

Zhao Biqiong rubbed the plum blossoms on the cuff with his thumb for a while, and suddenly coughed, heart-piercing, almost vomited out his heart and liver.

Yun Chuxiu looked terrified, put down Lin Suxian and the sick old man, and hurried forward to support Zhao Biqiong.

Said: "Master, is this person?"

Zhao Biqiong panted, "Your big brother, Yin Qing."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked, they already knew that Zhao Biqiong's trip was to find his daughter and eldest disciple.

Now that Yin Qing's body is found here, Zhao Bi combs her...

No one dared to mention this name, fearing that Zhao Biqiong, who was seriously injured and ill, would not be able to bear it, and also afraid of angering this old lion with bruises all over his body.

Lin Suxian sighed softly, and said in a low voice, "Sect Leader Zhao, my condolences."

Zhao Biqiong waved and said nothing.

He turned his back to everyone, his tall figure was as emaciated as the dead trees around him, no one could see his expression.

He stretched out his hands towards the corpse, his hands trembling in the cold wind.

Shen Lang couldn't help calling softly: "Master Zhao."

Zhao Biqiong hissed: "It's nothing, I just want to...cough cough...to...cough cough...take him home."