The Wudang Junior Master

Chapter 273 Pagoda Tripod, Red Priest

"This place is like a maze."

Feng Xingtong walked while observing the stone pillars around him.

These stone pillars are like large stalactites, and their appearance is very strange. Sometimes when you shine a flashlight on them, they will reflect some star-like light.

"Do you feel that the temperature here is not low?" Lu Lin said.

Logically speaking, the temperature underground should make people feel very cold, but this forest of stone pillars is just the opposite. The temperature is actually a bit warm, which is really strange.

Feng Xingtong felt it and said in surprise, "Really? It's not cold here at all!"

Zhang Wuling didn't say anything because he had already noticed it, and the further he walked, the more obvious the temperature change became.

Obviously, there must be something happening before that caused this abnormal situation.

It is indeed easy to get lost walking in this forest of stone pillars.

Because the surrounding stone pillars all look similar and the environment is dark, it is easy to lose track of where you are if you walk around.

However, Zhang Wuling has a good sense of direction, and with the help of Fenghou Qimen, he can ensure that his position will not shift at any time.

"The temperature is getting higher and higher." Xia He frowned and shone the flashlight at the surrounding stone pillars. "And the stone pillars here are starting to turn red."

"Could it be that there is an active volcano underground?" Feng Xingtong guessed.

"It shouldn't be possible... There is a volcano in this place?" Lu Lin was a little skeptical.

The four of them walked for less than two minutes, and since they were heading in the right direction, they successfully walked out of the stone pillar forest.

But, perhaps it should not be said that they walked out of the stone pillar forest, but rather that they came to a place without stone pillars.

This place looks like the center of the stone pillar forest, with an open space of several hundred square meters.

What attracted the attention of Zhang Wuling and the other three was that in the middle of the open space stood a three-story pagoda-style tripod furnace.

The tripod furnace of the pagoda is about thirty to forty meters high and is completely black. Each layer has protruding eaves, and a paulownia bell with animal face patterns hangs on each corner.

In the four directions of the pagoda's tripod furnace, there are bronze animal heads of tiger, deer, cow and sheep buried in the ground. Four iron chains extend from the mouths of the animal heads and are tied to the tripod furnace.

And you can see that there are pages of thin sheets hanging on the chain.

These thin sheets are not talisman paper, they should also be bronze, and some patterns can be vaguely seen on them.

A talisman made of bronze?

"My goodness, if this thing is moved out, it will probably be priceless!" Feng Xingtong's eyes widened.

Although the Feng family is very wealthy and has some antique collections at home, the pagoda tripod furnace in front of them cannot compare at all.

Of course, if the pagoda tripod furnace in front of us is really moved out, it is likely that no one will be able to keep it, and no one will dare to collect it.

After all, this thing is extremely large, dozens of meters high, and it is a bronze artifact. Even if you have the financial resources, you don’t have the power to collect it.

Lu Lin also exclaimed in admiration: "The craftsmanship of ancient craftsmen is truly breathtaking."

Xia He nodded and said, "Yes, if our Chinese civilization lacked the works and cultural relics left by these ancient craftsmen, our history would surely be much dimmer..."

Perhaps no one knows the names of these craftsmen, and no one has recorded their life stories, but the emperors and generals of ancient times have all become dry bones in tombs and the dust of history. Only these cultural relics have been preserved after tens of millions of years, allowing people to get a glimpse of the charm of history.

Whenever I see an ancient artifact, I always feel a sense of vicissitudes and trance that has traveled through thousands of years.

These cultural relics were created by humans, standing in history, watching the change of dynasties and the rise and fall of the world, and slowly turning into an old man, so that everyone who sees him can feel the story of the past.

Perhaps we cannot clearly understand what happened back then, but the weight and inheritance unique to the history of those years will leave a special weight in our hearts.

Just as everyone was admiring the huge furnace, the originally quiet chain suddenly trembled, and the bronze talisman hanging on it made a crisp sound.

But this voice inexplicably made people feel a little scared, and fear grew in their hearts.

Feng Xingtong was about to speak when flames suddenly burst out from the furnace in front of him. Long tongues of fire rushed out of the furnace, illuminating the dark space for a moment.

"What the hell, what's going on?" Feng Xingtong was stunned.

It's obvious that this furnace has been here for a long time, how could it still be on fire?!

Wow!

The chain vibrated more and more violently, even swinging up and down in the air.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The locks held in the mouths of the four beast heads broke off one after another, and the lid on top of the furnace lost its pressure and was blown open by the raging fire inside the furnace.

Flames shot up into the sky, burning the rock wall at the top.

"Something is coming out, get out of the way!" Zhang Wuling's eyes focused and he saw a black shadow flying out from the flames rising into the sky.

So he didn't hesitate and directly pulled Xia He and retreated a distance.

Feng Xingtong and Lu Lin reacted quickly and immediately stepped back after Zhang Wuling spoke.

boom!

The ground shook, and as the heavy furnace lid fell to the ground, a figure also fell down at the same time.

Zhang Wuling looked closely and saw that the guy who flew out of the furnace was wearing a red robe and a golden bull horn mask on his face. He looked like a priest.

people?

No, that's impossible. Even though the person in front of me was dressed warmly and had a mask on his face, his hands were exposed.

The nails are dry, black, long and sharp, making them look like some kind of wild beast.

The red-robed priest slowly raised his head and uttered in a hoarse voice, "Anasa~ Namo~"

The four of them were stunned and looked at each other. Feng Xingtong blinked and said, "What is this guy talking about? Why is there a tongue-rolling sound?"

Xia He stared at the red-robed priest, thought for a moment, and then said, "This might be the language of ancient times. The ancients spoke differently than we do now, so it's normal that we can't understand it."

"It seems we can't communicate." Feng Xingtong spread his hands.

Lu Lin asked, "Is this person... a zombie?"

Zhang Wuling shook his head: "This thing doesn't look like a zombie. It's definitely a corpse, but I don't know what kind of corpse it is."

Seeing that the four people did not respond, the red-robed priest stopped talking and actually raised his hands and shook his whole body, as if he was doing the starting posture of some dance.

However, as the red priest danced, a raging fire began to erupt around him.

The priest was like a fire spirit, not affected at all by the flames, but dancing even more vigorously.

"ah!"

With a scream, the red-robed priest swung his hand, and a huge fire instantly rushed towards Zhang Wuling and the other three.

Zhang Wuling stood in place, made a hand gesture with one hand, and water surged out of the flat ground, waves formed without wind, and rushed towards the oncoming fire.

As soon as water and fire meet, a large amount of water mist immediately rises.

Seeing that his fire magic was ineffective, the red-robed priest waved his hands again, and the fire immediately seemed to come to life, leaping into the sky, intending to cross the waves.

"Hey, you actually have some intelligence!" Zhang Wuling was a little surprised.

Just as Zhang Wuling was about to have a good conversation with the red-robed priest, a gunshot suddenly rang out in his ears.

boom!

Zhang Wuling was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw Xia He with one hand in his pocket and a black Type 92 pistol in his right hand.