The surrounding walls are full of caves, which are all tomb passages, arranged in rows. And they were standing at the door of a cave on the second floor.
In the center is a huge space, and there is an ancient palace standing there, and the palace lanterns are still on.
The stone statue of the guard is majestic and lifelike, guarding the entrance of the palace with a knife.
Bright lanterns hung on the promenade.
In the catacombs, see a palace. Such a spectacle makes people suspect that they are dreaming.
Yu Chu glanced at the palace.
She withdrew her arm from the woman's hand, looked down, and saw red marks.
The woman obviously knew that he hurt her by scratching her, so she smiled nervously and cautiously at her.
Yu Chu ignored it.
The man was the first to say, "Shall we go down?"
There was an unconcealable passion in his eyes, and his eyes were staring at the palace with a look of greed.
"Go on." The old man nodded.
The man couldn't wait to walk down, approaching the palace, greedily looking at the resplendent interior.
"This ever-burning lamp can actually last for a thousand years." The old man looked at the lamp in the palace with admiration, shook his head, and said with a smile, "It seems that we have found the right place."
Yu Chu nodded.
When they approached the palace, they walked along the long corridor and saw various stone statues of guards.
"Why isn't there a maid?" The woman looked around and asked in surprise.
Yu Chu glanced at her, too lazy to popularize science.
The old man stroked his beard, maybe because he found the tomb, he felt a little happy, and said: "This should be built according to Mr. Xu's residence. Mr. Xu has never married, and there is no maid around him."
The woman was even more surprised: "Why don't you marry? You don't even have a maid. Isn't it a womanizer?"
The old man stroked his beard, "It's not just that he is not good at women. It is rumored that Mr. Xu never touches women. He has a quiet temperament and respects Buddhism. How can his cultivation in Buddhism be comparable to ordinary people."
Yu Chu was not very interested in hearing this.
She said: "I remember that I read some biographies. Mr. Xu's residence seems to have a Buddhist temple. Maybe the string of Buddhist beads is in there."
The old man nodded, "That's right."
The sharp-mouthed man went straight to the living room, and all three of them saw him packing the teacup decorations and so on into his backpack. The old man sneered: "I said earlier that you should not be too greedy when you go to the tomb. He will have an accident sooner or later."
"Leave him alone, let's go to the Buddhist temple." Yu Chu stepped forward and followed the memory of the original owner.
History books also introduced Xu Shen's residence.
One flower and one tree, Qimen Dunjia. This person is so legendary that he is praised for anything.
It's a pity that there is no romantic scandal, and there is nothing to gossip about in future generations. It was rumored that there were various princesses who fell in love with him, but this one dared to refuse even a marriage offer.
What was most passed down to later generations was that an empress from the Western Regions had taken a fancy to him and wanted to marry him with all her life.
The queen is as beautiful as a flower, and holds a country in her hands, but Xu Shen remains indifferent, bluntly saying that he would rather die alone than consider marrying a wife and taking concubines.
Later generations don't really understand it.
Such a big man, with extremely beautiful appearance and indifferent appearance, why has no intention of marrying a wife.
But it's been a thousand years.
It was impossible to ask him himself.
Several people came to the door of the Buddhist temple in the backyard, gently opened the door, and saw the futon in the Zen room, on which was a holy sculpture of Buddha, with compassionate eyes.