Chapter 183 Inside the Hall
"How could a palace exist in such a deep underground?" An Yi looked at the scene in front of him, feeling shocked and puzzled.
I saw a huge space in front of me, about a dozen acres in radius and a hundred feet high. Although there were no big stones in the space, there were tall ancient trees, but they were all black and black, and there were only one missing piece, and each one looked like fossils.
The black forest is lined at both ends, and in the middle is a straight avenue, with bluestone slabs spreading on it, leading to a black palace in the center.
The palace is extremely huge, as high as a dozen floors, as big as a yard several times. The whole is made of a kind of black stone. The surface of the stone is extremely smooth and transparent in black. I don’t know how many years it has been underground, but it can still maintain this appearance.
From a distance, the shape of the entire black palace is very strange, unlike humans living. Especially the black gate, which is fifty or sixty feet high and more than forty feet wide, is inlaid with rows of blood-red gems, emitting a slight light. In this dark environment, it is very strange.
In front of the door, a huge monster stood on one side. Its head was like a lion and tiger, its body was like a cow, its back had wings, its hair was like a hedgehog, and its face was full of evil; especially its long fangs, which looked like sharp swords, which set off the monster even more ferocious.
An Yi saw all the scenes at a glance, and couldn't help but wonder who could live in such a big palace.
Ordinary people can only hold on to death by seven feet. The gate of this palace is fifty or sixty feet, and it is more than 180 meters in total. Is it a Titan giant?
But then An Yi shook his head. The Titan Giant was so irritating. The world background was simply not up to par.
But the next moment, An Yi suddenly came back to his senses. The word "witch" flashed through his mind.
In the novels of the prehistoric world, the witch tribe is tall and large, and it is not a problem at all. It is a tall and 120 meters tall, catching stars and catching the moon, and carrying the battle on the mountain is also free to touch, without sacrificing the witch tribe. It can be seen how huge the witch tribe is.
But novels are novels, especially online articles from later generations, which are very different from these myths and legends. At least there is no such thing as the witch clan in the Ming and Qing novels.
The traditional "Witch" in ancient times was the predecessor of Taoism. In terms of character shape, the two horizontal lines of the witch represent the heaven and earth. The original meaning refers to those who can communicate with the heaven and earth and dance to the gods.
In legend, witches understand the way of heaven, understand the principles of heaven, and understand nature, and have infinite power; relieve illness, pain, confusion, disasters, and all pain.
They believe that all things have spirits, and can inspire the world through their spirits and summon various creatures to help fight. They practice the legendary spiritual art, which emphasizes a kind of spiritual belief and spiritual power cultivation, so the power is not strong.
What is placed in front of An Yi now is which of these two witch tribes fits this world. If it is the former, then there must be a witch tribe in the black hall, if it is the latter...
An Yi couldn't help but shake his head, thinking that he couldn't guess it alone, so it would be better to go and take a look.
After a moment of thought, he immediately took the spell, hid his body, and approached the palace step by step carefully.
After walking in, An Yi noticed that the surface of the palace was not as smooth as imagined. On the pitch-black walls, there were very light patterns.
These many patterns form huge human shapes, but although they look like humans, they have different shapes. Some have nine heads, thousands of eyes, fire in their mouths, some have nine hundred and ninety hands, eight feet, long tails, and tall figures; some have thousands of heads, two thousand hands, footsteps on the sea, and cross the mountains; some have three heads, six arms, and are angry.
These images are very ugly, with weird figures, hideous faces, and look fierce, but most of them are men.
Some of them are very beautiful, but even a few simple strokes of outline, they exud a strong charm, which makes people feel confused when they see it.
An Yi couldn't help but be stunned, and a word suddenly rose in his mind, not "beautiful as a flower", but "Asura"!
The Asura clan is very famous in Buddhist scriptures, saying that men are ugly and beautiful women are beautiful, and they are one of the six realms of reincarnation. They live in the Asura realm and are in opposition to the heavenly realm.
But in the novels of the prehistoric world, the Asura clan was created by the ancestor of the Styx, and lived in the Blood Sea of Styx for generations. The man also had an ugly figure and a beautiful woman.
But these two are completely different!
In the Buddhist scriptures, Asura is one of the six realms of the Buddha's kingdom and one of the gods of the eight gods of the heavens and dragons.
It is said that it is a god, but it does not have the good deeds of the god; it is said that it is a ghost, but it also has the power and power of the god; it is said that it is a human, although human emotions and six desires, it also has the power and evil nature of the god, the ghost. Therefore, the Buddhist scriptures call it a monster that is not a god, not a ghost, not a human, between gods, ghosts, and humans.
The Asura path is classified as the three good paths in the six realms of reincarnation. It can live like a god, but it does not have the virtue of a god, and it is not known whether it is the identity of the "eight-class celestial dragon" that brings the Asura clan the privileges it brings to the Asura clan.
However, in the novels of the prehistoric world, Asura completely resigned to the evil path.
In fact, Buddhism and Taoism are completely two irrelevant things and cannot coexist. If you have to integrate into one world, you cannot predict any changes that will occur.
Take the heavenly beings mentioned in Buddhism as an example. There are completely two concepts with Taoist immortals. What is ridiculous is that later generations actually confused them. The most ridiculous thing is that the translation of "celestial beings" into "immortal beings" is done by Buddhists, in order to crack down on Taoism and better preach in China.
As Buddhism says, the heavenly beings live in the heavenly realm and are one of the six realms in the cycle of reincarnation. Because sentient beings practice the top ten virtues, they leave the five realms, are reborn in the heavenly beings, and enjoy good fortune. When the blessings are over, the phenomenon of "the five decays of heavenly beings" will occur, that is, the clothes are dirty, the head is shabby, sweat is sweating under the armpits, the body is smelly, and the unhappy one is unhappy, which means that the heavenly beings are about to die.
Therefore, the "Five Declines of Heaven and Man" is something that only "Heaven and Man" proposed by Buddhism can enjoy, and it has nothing to do with the Taoist "Immortals".
The leader of the celestial being is called Di Shitian, not Haotian, nor Yuhuang, nor Zhang Bairen.
What’s ridiculous is that at the height of ancient times, Buddhism put the “five declines of heaven and man” on the heads of immortals. It claims that Taoist immortals cannot truly transcend. If they want to truly transcend, they also need to believe in their Buddhism.
In this way, Buddhism even first arrived in China and fabricated the "Laozi Hua Hu" to preach. After gaining a foothold, it turned around and bit Taoism, saying that they made up random things.
This is also the reason why An Yi has always disliked Buddhism...
An Yi stood in front of the door and thought a lot in his mind for a moment, but it was not helpful to judge. He shook his head suddenly and threw away his chaotic thoughts.
No matter which kind of Shura it is, it is not Yiyou.
Be cautious, but be cautious.
An Yi secretly took care of himself, took his eyes back from the wall, and turned to the door.
This look surprised him!
I saw that there was a gap between the two huge door panels.
It is said that it is a gap, but it is actually just a comparison with the door panel. The real situation is just enough for one person to pass through.
An Yi hesitated for a moment. Seeing that there seemed to be no danger, he quietly stepped into the middle of the crack in the door, and looked inside.
The cold stone slabs were attached to the palace, and I saw that the palace was not empty. The first thing that came to my eyes was more than a dozen tall stone pillars. On both sides of the stone pillars and on the walls of the palace, there were weapons such as knives and bows that were magnified countless times. In the center, there was a carpet made of strange beast fur on the ground. The whole thing was furry, light red, and a faint light emitting.
While An Yi praised the Shura clan's ability to enjoy it, he looked up along the carpet and saw a tall staircase with a first-level twelve sections passing through a high platform above.
This platform is about ten feet high, and is dozens of feet away from him now. Although he stands at a low level, you can vaguely see the scene above.
The most conspicuous one was a simple and strange throne, and there was a dry bone sitting on that throne!
An Yi was shocked. With his current vision, he could see the part above the dry bones' knees.
The dry bones had six arms, and each arm had a chain of white jade pearls on its wrists. They held knives, guns, swords, bricks, maces and other weapons in their hands. They hung weakly on the ground, wearing a golden chain dress, revealing scarlet and blood-red bones inside.
Although he sat there motionlessly, he exuded a powerful force that reached its peak, as if he was reborn as the God of Killing, Bai Qi was resurrected, with endless murderous intent, as if he wanted to crush everything in this world.
An Yi's pupils shrank suddenly. He had never seen anyone with such evil spirits before. And looking at the skeleton, he obviously had no sign of life, so how could he still retain such a strong momentum?
He was puzzled and dared not move. He leaned quietly against the door. He felt a sense of awe-inspiring aura blew across his body, like a steel knife, with a biting chill that made him tremble in his heart.
Looking at the true evil spirit condensed in the palace, An Yi looked serious and was about to move carefully, but he heard a hoarse voice echoing in the empty palace.
"Who is it?"
Just two short words, but they were extremely gloomy and low, which made him terrified and shocked!
An Yi suddenly raised his head, and a dazzling light burst out from his eyes. He stared at the bone frame on the throne, and was extremely alert.
He didn't know if the skeleton was spoken inside, but he knew that the sound came from there.
He took a step back slightly, An Yi quietly moved away from the door panel behind him, and prepared to retreat immediately if something was wrong.
Nothing else is blamed, just because the dry bones make him feel embarrassed by the power alone, so he has no confidence and is an enemy of him without preparation.
But if he was asked to escape directly, he would have some intention, so he could use the Demon Mingxin Sword to hold it in his hand and put on a defensive posture.
Just now!
A drop of blood the size of an egg suddenly rose on the ground in front of the dead bones.
The blood drops were extremely scarlet, exuding a strong fishy smell, but there was a hint of sweetness, floating in this vast palace.
An Yi's heart moved, smelled the strange smell coming from his nose, and didn't say anything.
Suddenly, the blood drop suddenly burst out with a strange light, which was particularly dazzling in the dark environment.
When the light dissipated, a blood-colored figure floated on the platform, quietly watching An Yi... (To be continued...)
ps:Next chapter tomorrow...
Chapter completed!