Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1690 The Weird Ghost Sculpture
Before coming to Senluo Hall, Liu Qinghuan thought that he would spend the past few days in a boring way, because he predicted that Lao Zhen's concubine wedding banquet would probably be meaningless, but it was just an opportunity to get in touch with the Nine Nether cultivators.

When he arrived at Sen Luo Hall, he realized that this hall was quite mysterious and ancient, much larger than he had previously known, just like a huge city built of black boulders, but this city has a ceiling, floating in the eternal Huabu In the dark night.

There are many passages in the hall, with different heights, widths and narrows, one after another, criss-crossing like a maze, and people who are not familiar with it can easily get lost in it.

From time to time, a door appears on both sides of the passage, some are closed and some are open, some people come and go, and some make people stay away.

Liu Qinghuan came out of a shop and just harvested a batch of rare spiritual materials from Qingming, so he was in a good mood.

"My lord, where do you want to go next?" the attendant who was following behind asked cautiously.

Liu Qinghuan walked slowly along with the flow of people, and at some point she had an extra fan in her hand. She shook it and said, "It's almost done, let's go to the upper floors to shop!"

Naturally, the attendant didn't dare to have any objections. The order he received was to follow the Dao Quebec at any time and try to satisfy all his reasonable or unreasonable demands.

"Then I'll take you to the teleportation array, and you can go directly to the next floor."

But Liu Qinghuan shook his head and said, "It doesn't take much time to go to the next floor here, right?" After getting an affirmative answer, he said, "Then let's go! It just so happens that I also want to take a good look at Senluo Hall."

So, the two left the busiest market and turned around a few passages, and the noise around them suddenly became much quieter.

Thick stone walls stood on both sides, covered with traces of time, the light from the torch flickered, and occasionally suddenly turned dark green, reflecting the ghostly atmosphere around.The passers-by all looked wary and couldn't help but quicken their pace.

Only Liu Qinghuan was unhurried, as if walking on a sunny street, occasionally stopping to stand in front of the dark window and staring at Yong Ye outside.

The attendant didn't know what Liu Qinghuan was looking at. His cultivation base was actually not low, and he was in the middle stage of integration, otherwise he wouldn't have been sent to receive Dao Kui.

He tentatively said: "In the past, many people walked out of Senluo Temple, wanting to explore whether there are other secrets hidden outside, but they all found nothing, because no matter how long they fly, the surroundings are still dark except for darkness."

Liu Qinghuan nodded casually, the light in her eyes flashed away when she turned her head.

"Has everyone who went out come back?"

"This..." The attendant was dumbfounded by the question: "They're all back, I haven't heard of anyone getting lost outside... In fact, no one has gone out for a long time, because everyone knows that there is nothing outside."

He said with a dry smile: "Maybe there are often people missing in the Senluo Hall, but most of them are due to vendettas and other reasons, and have nothing to do with this hall."

"Those ghost sculptures?" Liu Qinghuan asked.

"The ghost eagle is actually not very powerful. As long as you are prepared, you can hardly hurt anyone."

Liu Qinghuan touched his chin: "Take me to the nearest ghost sculpture."

Halfway through the word "good", the attendant stopped suddenly and his expression became a little weird.

"how?"

"No, it's nothing! I just suddenly remembered that the ghost sculpture closest to here seems to have some brain problems."

"It gave birth to wisdom?"

The attendant looked indescribable: "It's hard to say, you will know when you go to see it."

The two turned the corner, passed through a room, and climbed dozens of stone steps, when suddenly there was a dead end ahead.

Liu Qinghuan glanced and found that it was a small stone sculpture, squatting in the corner, not knowing what he was tinkering with.

He raised his hand to stop the attendant from making a sound, walked lightly behind the ghost sculpture, and saw it holding a stone, writing and drawing on the wall, but the stone used to build the Senluo Temple was obviously very hard, so no matter how hard the ghost sculpture worked , and did not leave many traces on it.

Liu Qinghuan looked at it for a while, and found that the other party's pen could not form words or draw pictures, but was just scribbling.

Just as he was about to look away, he lowered his head, only to find the seal of the god of the underworld hanging in his eyes, and the ghost Chichi lying on the seal also poked its head out, staring at the ghost eagle intently.

"?"

Liu Qinghuan was puzzled, and poked Gui Chi's little head with his finger, and the other party shook his head impatiently, and was bitten when he poked again.

"Sigh~"

The ghost eagle was startled, and jumped up suddenly. Seeing two people standing behind him, he grinned and wanted to rush over.However, in the next moment, it was fixed in the air in a swooping posture, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Liu Qinghuan looked at his fingers, there were two deep tooth marks on them, almost bloody, and confirmed once again that the ghost Chichi on the mark of the god of the underworld is really not to be messed with.

Avoiding the stone sculpture on the ground, he walked to the wall, lowered his head and asked Ghost Chi, "Can you see what it says?"

"Ah, I don't know!" The attendant behind him came forward with a puzzled expression on his face, "Someone once gave it a pen, just to see what it wrote, but in the end the wall was almost completely covered, and there was no sign of it." Find a word."

Gui Chi lay on the seal of the god of the underworld and began to pretend to be dead again. Liu Qinghuan glanced at the wall, then at the immobile ghost sculpture on the ground, and couldn't help thinking.

Since the behavior of this ghost eagle can attract the attention of the ghost, there must be something special about it, but he has to figure it out by himself, and the ghost will not help him.

"These ghost sculptures are actually equivalent to the existence of earth-bound spirits. They can only move in one or a few specific areas. If they are broken, they will be restored soon." The attendant introduced: "So some people say , They are the real guards of Sen Luo Hall."

"Huh?" Liu Qinghuan's thoughts were interrupted, and after thinking about it, she laughed secretly:
He really committed the same old problem again, he wanted to find out what happened everywhere, but it was not the right time, not to mention that Senluo Palace was the territory of Jiuyou, he would not be allowed to wander around, otherwise he would not have sent someone to follow him all the time.

Besides, he just came here as a guest for two days, and he didn't have time to explore the secrets of this palace, so even if he knew that Senluo Palace was related to the underworld, there was no way to prove it.

He turned and walked out: "Let's go, let's go to other places."

……

The concubine wedding banquet of Mr. Zhen came soon, as Liu Qinghuan expected, the whole banquet was lively but boring, the bride only showed one side, and then quickly retreated back to the inner hall.

There were quite a few guests, but in fact there were not many. After all, it was just a concubine wedding banquet, and it was not so important that everyone had to attend.

Liu Qinghuan was invited to sit with Bo Yang and the others, and monks from Jiuyou kept coming to say hello, and some people wanted to inquire about the Black Sun Realm.

Apparently the news had already started to spread in a small area, but Liu Qinghuan didn't plan to talk about it in public for the time being, so he just mentioned it in one word.

As the groom, Old Zhen didn't have much joy on his face, instead he seemed a little preoccupied.

Holding a glass of wine, he walked up to Liu Qinghuan, and said in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist Taiwei, can I take a step to speak?"

(End of this chapter)