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- The old monk declined to comment.
Yang Zongbao also checked carefully. The cave is not big to begin with, so I finished it in just a few seconds.
"Just sit down, you won't get anything done no matter how much you wander around." The old monk meditated calmly.
Yang Zongbao thought about it and sat down cross-legged next to the old monk.
Gradually, Yang Zongbao felt a strange smell in his nose. It was not a fragrance or a stink, but a very normal smell.
"Do you smell it?"
Yang Zongbao was startled when he was suddenly asked by the old monk: "Well, what does it smell like?"
"You feel weird and can't tell what the smell is because you've never smelled it before. Just wait, it's about to start"
As soon as the old monk finished speaking, Yang Zongbao felt a cool breeze blowing behind him. He opened his eyes and found that the red soil was moving towards the entrance of the cave.
"Take it." The old monk handed Yang Zongbao a fluorescent stick.
Yang Zongbao took it and folded it a few times. The fluorescent stick in his hand began to glow faintly.
But the wind is getting stronger and stronger, making it difficult to open your eyes. The old monk suddenly grabbed Yang Zongbao's hand and walked in with difficulty.
I don¡¯t know when there were many small cracked holes in the innermost cave wall, as if they were dug out with fingers. Lines of wind are constantly pouring out from these small holes. Yang Zongbao was almost blown up. If the old monk hadn't pulled him, he would have been blown out of the cave.
"Hurry up."
The old monk suddenly raised his foot and kicked him over.
A hole was kicked out of the cave wall, and stronger wind came out, causing even the old monk to shake a few times.
"I didn't expect that the old monk looked so skinny and his body was not light, but he could barely stand in such a strong wind, and he even grabbed Yang Zongbao in his hand.
¡°It¡¯s no longer possible, hold on tight to me.¡± The old monk finally lost his image and roared.
Yang Zongbao could feel the old monk's saliva spraying on his face, but now was not the time to dislike it, so he hurriedly grabbed the old monk's waist with both hands.
The old monk freed his hands and took out a short sword from his arms. As soon as the dagger left the scabbard, there was a cold light.
Before Yang Zongbao could react, the old monk thrust his daggers into the ground. Just like cutting tofu, the blade immediately sank into the ground, leaving only a handle on the ground.
The old monk stepped on the handle and kicked the cave wall again
Yang Zongbao didn¡¯t know what was happening in front of him because he could no longer open his eyes. I only felt that I was thrown hard, and then my head hit the rock and I fainted.
Yang Zongbao was in a coma. He knew that he was in a coma, and he also knew that he could not coma in the current environment, so his mind was in the dark, constantly telling him to wake up, to wake up Finally, he felt his eyelids open. It was dark all around, but luckily the glow stick was in my hand. I endured the pain and went to pick it up. I found the old monk standing there: the tibia of my right foot had been broken, and the broken end pierced the skin, looking like a wound. Very serious.
I went over to check the old monk¡¯s breathing, and unexpectedly met a pair of bright eyes.
"I'm not dead yet!" The old monk struggled to sit up.
"Don't move, you have a broken bone." Yang Zongbao immediately stopped the old monk from moving.
¡°I feel it, it¡¯s quite serious.¡±
What impressed Yang Zongbao was that the old monk's face remained normal and he didn't even show any signs of pain.
"We are going back." As a doctor, Yang Zongbao immediately gave the highest priority advice.
"No, we've come here, we can't just go back." The old monk was very stubborn.
"I am a doctor and listen to me." Yang Zongbao couldn't help but find something to fix the broken bones.
"No, listen to me. I'm fine. Haven't you noticed that even though the bones are broken, I don't bleed much?"
In fact, Yang Zongbao also noticed that the old monk did not bleed much. He asked with suspicion: "Is everything okay?"
"It will be fine once it is fixed." The old monk nodded.
Yang Zongbao was helpless, and the chopstick-like stick he picked up happened to be brought, which was used to fix it. He grabbed both ends of the old monk's broken right leg with both hands and straightened it quickly.
Even the very distinguished old monk couldn¡¯t help but groan.
"Is it okay?" Yang Zongbao paused.
"fine."
Since the old monk said it was okay, of course Yang Zongbao continued.
Finally, the legs were fixed. Yang Zongbao asked the old monk to adjust his breathing and go to see where it was
There are obviously heavy artificial traces here. A small hall opened manually. In the middle is a stone table and chair that is much smaller than the normal outer size
Suddenly Yang Zongbao saw a line of blood on the ground, extending all the way to the old monk. He suddenly understood something in his heart and turned around to return.
"What did you find?" the old monk asked weakly.
"No." Yang Zongbao found nothing.
"In Chinese mythology, every well has a Well Dragon King. Do you think we are in the Dragon King's Palace now?" the old monk joked.
"So shabby?" Yang Zongbao said angrily.
"There is always a difference between facts and truth, right? Legends are all beautified. Reality is often very cruel." The old monk said and was about to get up.
Yang Zongbao squatted in front of the old monk first: "I will carry you."
The old monk did not hesitate and immediately lay on Yang Zongbao's back.
Yang Zongbao felt his body sinking under the pressure and immediately regretted it. According to his opinion, the old man is so thin, he probably only weighs more than 90 pounds. But when I got up, I realized that the old monk weighed at least about 130 pounds.
"Is it heavy?" Of course the old monk knew how deceptive his weight was.
"A bit, it doesn't look heavy, I didn't expect"
"This is the benefit of people who practice martial arts. I started practicing martial arts when I was 30 years old. At this age, I have never stopped. The benefit is that the tibia is getting stronger and stronger. All the mass is concentrated on the bone. "The old monk was very comfortable lying on Yang Zongbao's back.
"" Yang Zongbao said nothing. He remembered the time when the old monk kicked the rock wall with his feet.
"So you have to insist on practicing martial arts" The old monk was still chattering, and suddenly he found Yang Zongbao putting him on the stone bench: "What, you can't bear it anymore?"
"No." Yang Zongbao denied: "Do you think this chair or table looks familiar?"
"Let me take a look." The old monk also observed carefully.
"I remember there were the same stone benches and chairs in the yard of the anatomy building." Yang Zongbao looked under the table, and sure enough there was an inscription.
"But this inscription seems to be a little different" The old monk also discovered it immediately.
"Well, it's the other way around." Yang Zongbao quickly discovered the difference.
"Reverse?" The old monk didn't believe it and touched it with his hands.
"no¡¡"
Before Yang Zongbao could stop him, the old monk corrected the opposite inscription.
The ground was shaking and the mountains were shaking, and rocks were falling continuously. Yang Zongbao wrapped up the old monk and protected him
After the shaking stopped, Yang Zongbao stood up. His back hurt so much that he must have been injured.
"You save me?" The old monk looked at Yang Zongbao with burning eyes.
"Subconscious reaction." Yang Zongbao was embarrassed to say that he saved it on purpose, so he could only cover it up vaguely: "There is a ladder below."
"Huh?" The old monk also discovered a big hole in the ground, a spiral staircase winding downwards, and there was light below.
"What to do?" Yang Zongbao doesn't have much experience in dealing with these things.
The old monk used magic to take out another fluorescent stick from his arms, folded it a few times, and threw it down from the hole when the light was sufficient.
"What's this?"
As the fluorescent stick illuminated all the way, Yang Zongbao took a breath of air.
"" The old monk was speechless. After a long time, he asked quietly: "Did you see it?"
??The fluorescent sticks went all the way down, bringing only a moment of brightness, but the glimpse was enough to make people sigh for a lifetime.
"Well, let's go down." Yang Zongbao put the old monk on his back again.
The spiral staircase, section by section, is completely carved out of the rock wall. The rock wall can no longer be regarded as a rock wall. All kinds of huge gears fit into each other. Some small gears are even turning slowly. Although the light was very weak, it was enough to see the steps clearly. Yang Zongbao discovered that the light source emitting light turned out to be a dove egg-sized luminous pearl inlaid on the gear.
"Night Pearls" The old monk spoke up first: "No, there can't be so many. Even if the total number of the Celestial Empire is only a thousand, there are so many here. It should be other materials."
"What material?" Yang Zongbao's curiosity was aroused. Such a huge project is not surprising at all in modern times. In the final analysis, it is building a house underground. Although it is not easy, it is not that difficult. But these gears and these stairs all have a lot of history. If you imagine the era when they were built, there is nothing else but admiration.Emotions.
"It should be something like fluorite, which was extracted using some method."
The old monk¡¯s analysis is not unreasonable. Although luminous pearls do exist, they are rare in the world, and any one the size of a grain of rice is a rare treasure. It is almost impossible to think of it appearing on such a large scale.
"Where do these stairs lead?" Yang Zongbao asked.
¡°I don¡¯t know, the wisdom of the ancients is no worse than ours.¡± The old monk was also conquered by the beautiful scenery in front of him.
"What if it's not an ancient person?" Yang Zongbao felt ridiculous after asking.
"Zongbao, do you know why only the Celestial Dynasty has luminous pearls?" the old monk suddenly asked.
"It's probably because of geology." Yang Zongbao guessed.
¡°Why is it that only China or countries near China produce jade?¡± the old monk continued to ask.
"Geological reasons."
"Why only China has Chinese medicine?"
"" Yang Zongbao couldn't answer this question.
"Let's talk about this later." The old monk finally let Yang Zongbao go.
Walking down the spiral staircase, just when Yang Zongbao's legs became weak, he finally finished the walk.
"Put me down." The old monk insisted.
Yang Zongbao had no choice but to put the old man down, but still put his arm around his shoulders.
"Let's go." The old man pointed to the only passage in front of him and said.
"Yeah." No matter what the future holds, how many times can we have this kind of novel experience in our lifetime? Yang Zongbao took the old man and walked inside without hesitation. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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