Seeing the second mural, Lin Luoran couldn't help but wonder.
It was still the same mountain, but what was painted in the mural was a grand wedding in the practice world. In an open square that can accommodate thousands of people, a couple of newlyweds hold hands and look at each other. Because only the back is drawn, the faces of the groom and the bride cannot be seen, only from the back. The groom wears a high crown and the robes on his body are similar to Tang The bride was wearing palace attire, and what surprised Lin Luoran was a pearl hairpin in the bride's hair—although there were only a few strokes, Lin Luoran was 100% sure that it must be "Zhaoxue"!
Is that bride... the White Fairy
Fairy Bai was in a deep sleep at this time, Lin Luoran carefully memorized the details of the mural, and did not say anything.
Wen Guanjing may still be immersed in the splendor of Shushan in the past, even if he saw Lin Luoran's expression was different, he would not notice the small pearl hairpin worn by the woman in the mural.
"This is?" Lin Luoran asked pretending to be curious.
Wen Guanjing stabilized his mind, and carefully identified it for a while. Looking at the wedding in the cultivation world filled with guests, the guests were dressed in different styles, both Buddhist and Taoist. He was also wearing palace attire, but it was undoubtedly in the area of Shushan—this square that can accommodate thousands of people is still recorded in the descendants’ classics, but it’s strange that this unprecedented grand wedding in the cultivation world was not mentioned in the notes of the Shushan family. !
It shouldn't be... He sorted out these words and told Lin Luoran, which made the latter even more confused.
What is hidden in this unrecorded wedding that shocked all sects and sects? Could it be related to Fairy Bai's current fate? Lin Luoran didn't know why, but she kept this somewhat absurd thought in her heart.
Perhaps, in the underground palace, there is the truth she wants to know... Lin Luoran looked at the gate at the end, took a deep breath, and walked to the third mural.
The location of the third mural is different from the location of the first two murals. In the vast desert, there are many monks, and they all look up at the sky.
The sky is a round of colorful halos. Apart from the monks looking up in the desert, there are many monks who have already flown into the halo.
Lin Luoran's fingers trembled slightly, "Brother, come and take a look."
"Huh?" Wen Guanjing carefully recognized it for a while, and the expression on his face changed, and he remembered a saying that is now widely circulated in the cultivation world about the sudden disappearance of the Nascent Soul cultivator thousands of years ago.
Suddenly one day, a colorful divine light descended from the sky, and there was an edict from the upper world... the low-level monks naturally didn't know what the "edict" said, but just "upgraded the edict", all the masters of the Nascent Soul disappeared mysteriously.
According to the mural, was it taken away by the colorful halo? Wen Guanjing's heart is pounding. Now the earth's aura is getting worse day by day, and practice is becoming more and more difficult. If we can find out the mystery of the departure of monk Yuanying, will it open another path of practice
He looked at Lin Luoran, did she also think of this
The two of them looked at the murals carefully, but the desert seemed to be the same everywhere, which was incomparable to the fact that there were different topography in the secret realm. After looking at it for a long time, they didn't feel any difference from the sandy land elsewhere. They wanted to find This place is definitely not OK.
Lin Luoran was a little disappointed, but suddenly remembered that this was the third mural. Judging by the length of the stone path, there are two more murals that are unstoppable. Maybe there is more information behind it
Quickly moved two steps to the fourth mural, but was disappointed, the fourth mural turned out to be blank!
It's not the kind of blank space that hasn't been painted on, but it's an inch deeper than the previous marks, and the walls are neat and smooth. The murals here have been erased by people with magical powers...
What is painted behind it
Is it the secret of the sudden disappearance of the Nascent Soul cultivator
Who was it erased by
Lin Luoran and Wen Guanjing were naturally extremely disappointed. After hesitating for a while, they came to the stone gate. On both sides of the stone gate, there were two carved wooden Pixiu. horn.
"Pixiu is in charge of wealth, one corner is 'Tianlu', and the two corners are 'exorcism', here... is the mausoleum!" Wen Guanjing muttered to himself first, then suddenly raised his head and said to Lin Luoran.
The mausoleum is the tomb, Lin Luoran frowned, how did Wen Guanjing find things in the tomb, she usually reads books like "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", those mausoleums of emperors and generals are full of strange things , this is obviously the tomb of a cultivator, and isn't it more dangerous
Wen Guanjing also frowned, took out the sheepskin picture again, and carefully checked the strange writing on it, it didn't say that this place was a mausoleum.
Compared with disturbing the ancestors of Shushan and the mystery of Yuanying monk's disappearance thousands of years ago, Wen Guanjing finally put the picture in his arms and chose the latter. He tried to push the stone door tentatively, but a flame burst out for no reason and burned Wen Guanjing's sleeves. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and tore off the sleeves quickly, otherwise his hands would be burned.
Cultivators have many means, this is naturally not an ordinary fire, Wen Guanjing didn't dare to try again, thought for a while, and tried a few methods of Shushan to collect the prohibition, a red light flashed on the stone gate, and it opened slowly.
Wen Guanjing finally withdrew his guilty conscience, and because he was afraid of danger, he walked ahead. Lin Luoran followed closely behind, and when the corners of her skirt swung, she always felt that the wooden Pixiu on both sides of the stone gate had vivid eyes, not like a dead thing.
Lin Luoran guessed that the entrance must be a lifeless tomb, but he didn't expect that the upper and lower parts of the place were extremely clean, and there was a huge pool, in which lotus flowers were planted all over, either pink or white, and occasionally a few purple ones mixed in. Undeniably enchanting and charming.
The fragrance of lotus lingering around the nose is extremely clear, if everything in front of me is an illusion, it is too real.
Lin Luoran focused her attention and looked with clear eyes. The lotus is still the same lotus, and the pool is still the same pool. Looking from a distance, there is a round platform in the middle of the pool, and a pearl the size of a sea bowl on the top of the room, illuminating the lotus that can hold thousands of people. Pool underground palace.
On the round platform, looking from Lin Luoran's side, there was a transparent crystal coffin. Lin Luoran almost fell into a magic barrier just by looking at it.
Wen Guanjing also sensed that something was wrong with Lin Luoran, and when he was about to pull her, Lin Luoran's feet were light and not exerting any strength, and unexpectedly, lotus flowers were lit under his feet, and he wanted to walk towards the round platform.
"Senior Sister Lin!" Wen Guanjing shouted in shock, and also ran after her.
Lin Luoran's cultivation level is higher than his, but after a while, she came to the round platform, as if her head had been lowered, she went to the crystal coffin, and when she heard Wen Guanjing's call, she turned around and looked at it. After one glance, he quickly looked at the crystal coffin with a dull expression.
The crystal coffin is pure white and flawless, and under the light of the pearl, the waves flow and the whole body is transparent.
Looking down through the coffin lid, a woman in palace attire lay quietly in it, her hair in a bun and clouds, her eyebrows like black, her lips slightly red, her cheeks plump and ruddy, and a peony flower in her hair was also extremely vivid. She is gorgeous and looks like she just fell asleep...
"Senior Sister Lin, back away!" Wen Guanjing finally caught up and was about to reach out to pull her away. Hearing his loud shout, Lin Luoran struggled with a flash of clarity in his eyes, and looked at the woman in the crystal coffin. man, horrified to death—
Those eyes, those eyebrows, those lips, that faint hint of arrogance, the one lying in the coffin is clearly Fairy Bai!
Could this be Fairy Bai's corpse? !
As soon as Lin Luoran's thought flashed, the eyes of the person in the coffin suddenly opened, and a ray of light suddenly burst into Lin Luoran's face. …