[King Shen] Please enter the urn

The goose feathers and heavy snow formed a snow-white curtain to cover the moon and the wind.

Rumbling--

The roar was like thunder rolling down, and a pitch-black coffin broke through the snow.

Sliding to the opposite cliff, collided with the thing at the end of the iron chain, made a loud "bang" and stopped suddenly.

Then with a "bang", the coffin lid flew off with a force and fell into the deep cliff.

Shen Lang sat up from the coffin and rubbed his forehead, the sudden impact made him dizzy.

Looking up at the boundless opposite cliff, he waited for a moment, not waiting for the next coffin to arrive.

He murmured, "Sure enough, those four people have problems."

"Fortunately, I made an agreement with Mr. Fang to exchange the lids of the two coffins."

Closing his eyes and turning around, there are still four coffins hanging at the end of the iron chain. It is unknown when they were sent here.Obviously, the person who collected the corpse was quite lazy, not as diligent as someone who died.

He jumped up, stepped on the "hanging coffin bridge" formed by four coffins, and climbed to the top of the cliff.

It was a dejected scene, with barren rocks, cold snow, and withered grass.

Shen Lang walked along the dry yellow grass on the edge of the cliff to the end, and found the Thousand Buddha Hall and the iron chain pulling the Fengbo Pavilion.

In front of the cliff, two stretched and straight iron cables, like trackers pulling a boat, dragged the Fengbo Pavilion here.

Shen Lang stood on the edge of the cliff and watched for a while, then turned around and walked towards the Thousand Buddha Hall.

The old door was locked with green rust, but he did not use force to break it open.

Touching his chin and thinking for a while, he suddenly rose from the ground and flew onto the room.

The tiles on the roof were tattered, piled up with white snow and weeds, and it was in a precarious state, as long as one more squirrel was added, it would collapse, but Shen Lang was as light as a lark, walking steadily.

When he came to the second half of the roof, Shen Lang found a hole the size of a person. With a slight smile, he jumped in and landed lightly on the beam.

As soon as he entered, the smoky fragrance of Buddha rushed over his face, making him cough slightly.

Holding my breath, I saw that I was right in front of a dry well, and incense was curled up in the well, and the gray-white smoke evolved into floating shadows of various shapes, changing and grotesque.

Sweeping his eyes to the right, he saw a resplendent shrine.

Shen Lang was slightly taken aback, raised his eyebrows, and jumped from the hole to the roof again.

Walking backward step by step, measure the length from the hole to the eaves with your feet.

There are 25 steps.

And the distance from the dry well in the hall to the shrine, according to his visual inspection, is only about ten steps.

Where did the remaining ten steps go?

Shen Lang smiled slightly, someone must have used that shrine to disguise the wall and left a secret room.

Suddenly the tips of his ears moved, and he heard a lot of slight and hurried footsteps, gathering towards the Buddhist hall.

Shen Lang reached out and lifted the tiles on the roof of the secret room, and shrank in.

Immediately he was slightly taken aback, the place where he landed was actually a golden mountain and a sea of ​​silver.

Looking sideways, Chu Qiuci, who is still handsome, is smiling affectionately at him, and the 36 jade scrolls are shining, and the precious soldiers are shining.

Shen Lang was stunned, then smiled and said to "Chu Qiuci": "Mrs. Zhang, please forgive Meng Lang."

After all, dig open the gold and silver and sink to the bottom.

Thinking of the reminder of enlightenment, using the technique of tortoise breathing, fell into a deep sleep, and woke up naturally after three quarters and three minutes.

Then, he had a dream.

Dreamed that he was sitting side by side with Wang Lianhua on a tree.

He took off a leaf, put it in the corner of his lips, and played a tune from his hometown.

The young master in scarlet clothes leaned on him, dragging his chin, watching the setting sun sink into the earth.

He suddenly said: "Shen Lang, if I want to cross the sea, I will go to Penglai Xianzhou."

Shen Lang stopped playing, and smiled without thinking: "I will turn into a cloud sail and help you ride the wind and waves."

"If I want to climb high and embrace the moon, I will get nine stars."

"I will turn into a Kunpeng and carry you upward."

Wang Lianhua looked back suddenly, and asked with a smile: "If I want to dominate the martial arts world, I will wash the rivers and lakes with blood."

Shen Lang was slightly taken aback, and stretched out his hand to ruffle his soft hair.

He smiled and said, "Then I can only lock you by my side and become your jailer and cage."

Wang Lianhua bent her eyebrows, leaned over to wrap his arms around his neck, and kissed him on the corner of her lips.

"Remember your words..."

The figure is like the dewdrops on the bamboo leaves in the early morning, gradually melting under the sunlight.

Shen Lang's heart trembled, and he opened his eyes suddenly: "Lianhua!"