Although curious, and the thing hasn't really taken shape, I didn't dare to look at it, for fear of accidents. I looked to the right, and also found several similar things, the total number on both sides was close to twenty. Monk Jue Ming is not very interested in this and intends to move on.
We went on, there was still a wilderness in front of us, but from a distance, we could see a large piece of towering things. I waited and watched for a while, but because the distance was so far, I couldn't see what it was, so I guessed it might be another pile of broken stones.
On the way forward, we found several places where metal fragments remained. There are more and less fragments in each place. Although the aura on it is different, they all have the same characteristic, that is, they cannot coexist peacefully with the dead.
The remaining aura on these fragments, and death aura are like flames hitting ice water, either one of them dissipates, or they all die together. However, in this underground mansion, the number of lifeless spirits is very large, and the fragments are not dominated by no one, so they can only passively defend, and naturally they will slowly be polished away.
I tried to touch one of them with the force of the earth travel, but no abnormality was found. After all, the aura on the fragments was already very weak, and it was difficult for them to exert their power.
The only surprise is that when I relaxed and took up the study, I found that some of the fragments were very heavy, some were very light, some were very hot, and some were very cold.
The heavy pieces, the size of a finger, require all my strength to move it. The light fragments seem to be nothing in your hand. As for the hot and cold ones, the feelings are not deep, but they don't have any characteristics.
Monk Jueming didn't know much about anything else, but he knew a little bit about the fragments, saying, "These should be different things being broken, so the power contained in them varies. If you collect them carefully, you may be able to restore them."
I thought for a while, and then asked him: "Are you in a hurry? If you are not in a hurry, let's try to see what this thing is."
Monk Jueming nodded and said, "The Buddha is there. Don't be in a hurry. If you want to fight, then do it."
I nodded, then randomly found a place full of debris, and collected the things piece by piece.
The fragments in this place are angular and arcuate, scattered over a radius of hundreds of meters. I spent a long time with Monk Jueming before we collected seven or eight. Some fragments are too small, like grains of rice, even if they are found, they are of no use. My eyes are always on things that are at least the size of a finger.
After that, we laid the collected pieces on the ground and tried to piece them together piece by piece.
I believe that many people have played puzzles. The puzzles with fixed shapes or patterns are simple. And without any reference, it is very difficult to piece together the outline of the fragments.
Monk Jueming and I spent two or three hours, and only one-fifth of the pieces were assembled. Looking at the remaining fragments, I can't help sighing that my IQ is too low and EQ is too high.
Fortunately, the monk was more patient than me, and fiddled with the fragments silently. After a few more hours, nearly half of the pieces were spelled out. I stood up, looked at the barely recognizable shape, and pondered for a long time.
What is spelt out with nearly half pieces is a banana-like arc shape, narrow up and down, and wide in the middle. Putting them together, there will be a big gap. I watched for a long time, but I didn't see what it was.
At this time, Monk Jueming squatted down again for a while, and when he stood up, I went to look at the fragments again, and I couldn't help but be stunned.
Monk Jueming overlapped the two or three finger-wide arcs one after another, so that the gap disappeared, making it look like a half fan.
I asked in amazement: "What is this?"
Monk Jue Ming looked at it for a while and said, "Like a goose feather fan."
I reached out and picked up a piece of shard and smashed it forcefully. It felt harder than steel, but the shard was not light, and there was a cold atmosphere hidden inside. What goose can grow such strange feathers? Although not sure, Monk Jue Ming wanted to go with me. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a fan.
If it's something like a goose feather fan, who uses it? Who broke it and threw it here? The underworld is so cold that ghosts definitely don't need fans. Could it be that someone else has been here before? Those who can come in with a fan must be living people just like us.
And the material of this fan shows that the person is not an ordinary person, and there are many fragments around here, the other party should not have come alone.
Thinking of this, I said to Monk Jue Ming: "Go, let's go to the next place and try hard!"
Jueming had no objections, we rushed to the next place, collected a lot of fragments, and started to piece together again.
This time, it didn't take too long to put together. Firstly, the fragments were larger and the number was smaller, and secondly, the shape was simple. Only after putting it together, I was even more surprised.
Because the fragments in front of him clearly showed the appearance of a sharp sword.
This sword is one meter long, three fingers wide, and has mysterious lines on the surface, but it loses all its breath and looks extremely bleak, like ordinary pig iron. The only thing that is still special is that the fragments of the entire sword are very light, and when added up, they are not as heavy as a fragment of the previous goose feather fan.
I looked at Monk Jueming and asked, "Do you think it's possible for a person to come in with a lot of things, walk all the way, and break things all the way to the ground?"
Although Monk Jueming had lived in an old temple deep in the mountains since he was a child, he had never been in contact with any external things, but he was not stupid. My question is not a real question, but a description of a certain possibility.
Therefore, Monk Jueming looked back at the pile of dead stones not far behind him, and said, "The possibility is very small."
"If it wasn't deliberately broken, then there is only one possibility." I said grimly: "That is these things were broken by others."
Some people may think that my words seem to be nonsense, but they are not. Intentionally breaking it means that the owner of these items breaks it himself. And being broken by someone is broken by someone other than the owner. The difference between one active and one passive.
And if it is the latter, then the fragments here are intriguing.
In the deep underworld, one or many people came with something, oh, or a weapon. Because the sword was never an ornament in the eyes of the ancients. What's more, who would come to the underworld with decorations
After those people entered the underworld, things were scattered all over the ground. If they broke it by themselves, it's okay, if not... then it means that after these people entered the underworld, there was a battle.
The most likely target of the battle is the ghost, or their enemy chasing the underworld, and no matter which one, it shows that the battle was very fierce.
There is also an explanation for the large pieces of dead stone found before.
In the course of the battle, those people not only smashed their own weapons because of their excessive madness, but also smashed the dead stone, which was tall, wide, and geometric, into countless pieces.
I felt like a cat scratched in my heart, and I was very curious about who it was to fight in the underground palace, and it was so tragic.
This is still a question that cannot be answered for the time being. I looked at the shattered sword for a long time and thought about it for a long time, until I confirmed that I could not find the real answer based on this fragment, and then reluctantly left.
After that, we found several locations of fragments one after another, and it took a long time to spell out a few more. The complete shapes of these fragments are not the same, they are almost eighteen weapons, they have everything.
There are also very few fragments left, a piece the size of a nail, and there is no way to see what it is. I don't know if the other fragments were picked up or beaten to powder.
We just walked and watched and thought about it, unknowingly, we have reached the towering place we had seen before.
When I came closer, everything I saw in front of me surprised me.
I used to think that this is the same gravel mountain, but now I find that although there are gravel nearby, it is not a mountain, but a road.
This road extends upward in an arc, and a large amount of rubble is randomly scattered around and on the road. The road was bumpy, as if it had been bombed by a cannonball. Some places seemed to be melted by fire, and some places seemed to be hit by huge force. There were stone railings on both sides of the road, but most of them were damaged.
No matter the road or the railing, the material is made of dead stone, and among the gravel, occasionally some broken metal can be seen. Monk Jueming and I walked up, opened a few pieces and looked at it, which was similar to what we had found before.
"It seems that they hit here all the way." I said.
Monk Jueming nodded, and then walked forward. We walked along this upward path, and after a long walk, we finally came to the highest point. The front is a downward slope of the same arc, the same as the first half, with pits and craters mixed with various debris and stones.
I stood at the highest point and looked around. A dark shadow was vaguely visible in front of me. I don't know if it was a building or something. At the same time, I looked down on both sides of the road, and suddenly felt that this was not a road, but a bridge.
This is because the ground below is sinking a lot, like a deep pit compared to the previous road. Monk Jueming walked to me and looked down a few times, then looked back and forth, and suddenly asked me, "How much does the donor know about the underground palace?"
I thought about it, and replied: "I don't know much, I only know about Guimenguan, Naihe Bridge, Yanwangdian, Mengpo and so on. Hey, wait a minute, here..."
When answering the question of Monk Jueming, I suddenly thought, if there is really a bridge under my feet, could it be the legendary Nai River Bridge
Looking further down, the recessed place is indeed like a riverbed. However, it is said that Naihe is a river of blood that hides evil ghosts, ghosts and snakes, but now there is nothing.
I looked at Monk Jueming and asked, "Do you think it looks like Naihe Bridge?"
Monk Jueming said: "I have never been to the underworld, and the master has never said this, so I don't know." (End of this chapter)