The Trick of Longevity, Paper-cutting Becomes a Spirit

Chapter 275 The Pagoda Prison
The entrance is a passage with the same width and height as the door. The passage is not long. After entering, there is a hall that is not too small.

In the empty hall, there are some shelves, and there are some strange weapons hanging on the shelves, some of which look like instruments of torture.

Lu Qian had never seen most of these things and didn't know what they were used for.

Inside, there is also a staircase going up.

This is obviously the foot of the Buddha.

This giant Buddha seems to be completely empty inside, just like a tall tower.

The appearance is a pagoda in the shape of a giant Buddha.

This is the foyer of this pagoda.

There was an oil lamp burning in the room, which was very bright. It seemed that the stairs inside were a little dark.

Lu Qian glanced around the hall and found nothing, so he motioned to Wang Zirong to go upstairs.

Continuing to use Wang Zirong's corpse as a guide, everyone climbed up the stairs.

This flight of stairs is very long and slopes upward without any turns. When you climb to the top, you will reach the second floor of the pagoda.

Across the way is a passage about five feet wide.

There are black walls on both sides of the passage, which look like they are made of black iron.

The walls are carved with strange patterns. Every not far away, there is an arc-shaped pillar protruding outward on the wall. Most of the pillars are buried in the wall, and only a small part is exposed outside.

The surface of the pillar was not smooth, but instead had dense knots of flesh.These buns, large and small, are scattered in a messy manner and look a bit awkward.

On the black wall, at about the height of a person, there are Buddha's hands sticking out abruptly.

These Buddha's hands are at the same height, and there is one every one foot or so on the two walls. The palm of the hand is upward, holding lamp oil, with a lighted oil lamp inserted on it.

There are many iron gates on both walls.

Each of these iron fence gates is composed of iron bars as thick as a baby's arm. The vertical iron bars are arranged densely with very small gaps between them.

Behind each iron gate, there is a small room.

Seeing these small rooms, Luo Runbao asked in surprise: "Ms. sir, is this a prison?"

Lu Qian nodded, but he didn't expect that there was actually a prison inside the Buddha-high tower.

The name of Guanghua Temple is "Guanghua", but such a huge dark prison was built in the underground palace of the temple.

This is also creative enough.

What puzzled Lu Qian was that the Guanghua Temple itself was not well-known and not very powerful. At least it was obviously not worthy of the huge Buddha in front of him.

However, Guanghua Temple has a history of thousands of years, and it may have had its glory days.

Ups and downs are common in the course of history.

As everyone walked forward, they could see the dark room inside through the iron gate.These cells are all empty.

When you reach the end of the passage, you turn a corner and there is another steep staircase sloping upward.

Everyone continued to walk upwards and arrived at the third floor.

The area and layout of the third floor are almost the same as those of the second floor.

The only difference is that the pillars on the wall have changed.

The pillars in the shape of the Buddha's bun turned into statues of Rakshasa.

These Rakshasa were six feet tall, with ferocious faces, bare chests and arms, and were skinny. One hand held up a bone spur made from worn thigh bones, and the other held a Buddha head.

The Buddha heads they hold in their hands are the same size as normal human heads. The Buddha heads have their eyes open and their faces are kind, but there is an inexplicable smile hanging on the corners of their mouths.

From Lu Qian's perspective, the eyes of these Buddha heads looked at them, with a look of sarcasm on their faces.

Their own heads were chopped off by Rakshasa and held in their hands, yet they continued to ridicule others.

Did the people who built these statues want to imply or reflect something?

Even so, they use Buddhist disciples as metaphorical objects. Is this considered self-destruction?

Next to each Rakshasa statue is a headless human figure.

This figure is obviously a Buddhist disciple based on his clothes. The top of their neck has been cut off flushly, and a wick is inserted into the neck cavity.

The wick lights up.Seeing this style of painting, Lu Qian had a bad feeling in his heart.

Lu Qian walked forward and came to the door of the first cell.

When he just stepped in front of the door, the lights in the cell suddenly turned on.

The light is light pink, very bright, but it is not dazzling in this darkness, but has a warm feeling.

In the middle of the cell, there was a woman standing.

This woman is tall and wears a translucent gauze, her graceful figure is looming.

There is a shiny silver chain on her slender waist; there are exquisite silver bells on her ankles.

A furry fox tail stretched out from behind.

Looking at her face again, with her narrow face, fox eyes, and pointed ears, she looked like a fox demon in human form.

Lu Qian was surprised when he saw this scene. He immediately observed it with his spiritual eyes, and was surprised to find that she was really a fox demon.

She originally stood there motionless, but when she saw Lu Qian looking at her, she immediately smiled brightly, swung her fox tail, and started dancing.

The dancing figure is twists and turns; the thin body also outlines amazing arcs.

Every part of the body exudes irresistible charm; every movement is like a silent invitation.

Wang Zirong snorted, curled her lips and said, "The monk here really knows how to enjoy himself, right?"

Lu Qian didn't say anything to her and continued walking forward.

When he reached the door of the second cell, the pale pink light came on again.

In this cell, there is also a fox demon, whose clothes are very similar to the first one.

When she saw Lu Qian, she also immediately started dancing.

Wang Zirong looked at Lu Qian's back and saw that he was concentrating on watching the "cell". She couldn't help but pursed her lips and gave him a hard look.

On both sides of the passage on the third floor, in the cells on both sides, there were actually all these fox girls.

Outside the cell, there are two rows of statues of Rakshasa Buddha heads and headless Buddha bodies.

Inside the cell, there was a charming spring scene.

In some cells, there are two fox girls dancing together.

When Lu Qian looked at them for a little longer, they seemed to gradually become excited, their dancing postures gradually changed, and they even incorporated various obscene movements into the dance.

Seeing this scene, the girls couldn't help themselves anymore.

Even Zuo Qiuling couldn't help but spit and cursed in a low voice: "Shameless."

Hearing the word "shameless" from Zuo Qiuling, the two fox girls became even more excited. They looked at Lu Qian and laughed. The two fox girls stuck together and made indescribable actions as if to demonstrate. .

Shu Wanying secretly observed Lu Qian's reaction while looking at the fox girl in the cell.

She thought for a moment, took two steps forward, came to Lu Qian's side, and said with an ambiguous expression: "Ms. sir, should we... rescue them?"

After hearing this, Qin Yingying nodded seriously and said, "It's quite pitiful for them to be locked up in a place like this."

Shu Wanying was stunned by Qin Yingying's words.

For a moment, she was a little confused as to whether what Qin Yingying said was indeed what she meant.

Lu Qian did not answer the two of them and continued to move forward.

When we reached the last cell, there was another woman inside.

However, this woman does not have a fox tail, and the clothes she wears are normal, a lake green double-breasted skirt, which covers her body completely.

She looks to be about 34 or [-] years old. Although her appearance is not ugly, compared with the previous fox girl's appearance, she has obviously dropped a level.

Her face was covered with frost, and she sat motionless in the corner, looking angry.

Seeing her appearance, Luo Runbao said "Hey" and asked curiously: "Why don't you dance?"

When the woman in green heard Runbao's words, she turned to look at them, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and she cursed:
"Jump your motherfucker!"

(End of this chapter)