Chapter 48 Relief in troubled times

The two looked at the situation inside, and the bright tower room was surrounded by reliefs. Zhang Zixuan habitually looked aside, but what he saw was Yang Ziyuan's delicate face. Only then did he remember that Le Tian's girl did not come in. Disappointed and a little worried.

Yang Ziyuan walked into the tower and greeted Zhang Zixuan, who was still outside: "Did, why don't you come in?"

Zhang Zixuan smiled and walked in. Only then did it clear that the reliefs engraved on the three large walls recorded the events of the three wars.

There are the witch war between witches and demons in ancient times, the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor and the demon god Chiyou in the Honghuang period, the Hundred Clan Wars of Emperor Yan, the interpretation of the god period and the battle of the gods in the interception period.

The realistic picture scrolls pulled Zhang Zixuan and Yang Ziyuan into a magnificent prehistoric war. Zhang Zixuan looked at the scene of people falling head and broken arms everywhere, and the golden relief seemed to be filled with a bloody smell.

"Ah!" Zhang Zixuan covered his cracking head and roared hoarsely.

Yang Ziyuan felt bent down and asked urgently, "Zixuan, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Zixuan thought of all kinds of things he saw in the "Xiaoqian World". The appearance of his parents being stabbed by thousands of knives was vivid in his eyes, and there was a tearing feeling in his heart. His mind seemed to have been stabbed by something and he fainted.

"Zixuan, Zixuan, wake up!" Zhang Zixuan was awakened by an anxious cry.

In the haze, he smelled a faint fragrance and rushed straight to his nose. Zhang Zixuan opened his eyes and first saw a pair of dreamy and innocent eyes, which seemed to drip out.

When Yang Ziyuan saw Zhang Zixuan open his eyes, he smiled and said, "Nerd! You finally woke up!"

Only then did Zhang Zixuan see that he was lying in Yang Ziyuan's arms. No wonder he felt a little soft. He hurriedly stood up and said, "It's okay, I'm just dizzy."

Yang Ziyuan didn't say anything, but just held Zhang Zixuan to prevent him from falling into a coma again. She won't ask what Zhang Zixuan doesn't want to say.

"Let's go up to the second floor." Yang Ziyuan said.

Zhang Zixuan nodded and pulled his hand out of Yang Ziyuan's arms, but he did not see the entrance of the second floor.

Yang Ziyuan was also extremely strange. She looked at the door where they came in, but saw that the door had been closed. At another look, there was also a keyhole embedded in the door! There is also a Zen verse written on the door: Bodhi Tree.

"Dumb, try this!" Yang Ziyuan pointed to the gate and said.

Zhang Zixuan looked at the door. This Zen verse is quite famous. He naturally understands what it means: Bodhi refers to a way of consciousness. What kind of tree can it open? If there is a tree, the bodhi will become a thing and have some persistence. Bodhi has nothing. What does enlightenment look like? It can only be said that it is invisible.

"It's not a balance!" Yang Ziyuan also whispered it. This sentence means that the Taoism that can be said is not Taoism.

Zhang Zixuan took out the second black key and put it in. The gate immediately banged up. In a golden light, Zhang Zixuan and Yang Ziyuan walked in. It's really the second floor! I'm afraid this tower is not simple!

Zhang Zixuan looked around, but it was still a relief! He was slightly disappointed and was about to walk to the third floor, but he heard Yang Ziyuan calling him. He turned around and saw that Yang Ziyuan was looking at a pair of reliefs carefully, and then asked Zhang Zixuan, "What a hero! Unexpectedly, I want to shoot the sun."

Zhang Zixuan looked up and saw the person in the painting holding a bow more than half a person high, pulling the bow string round, and the arrow pointing straight to the ten days in the sky. The mountain people beside him all looked at him expectantly. From the dry lips and ragged clothes of the mountain people, we can see that the damage caused to them by these ten days was extremely great.

What a hero! Zhang Zixuan sighed to himself that such a hero is rare!

Zhang Zixuan's mentality turned a little, and he looked at the second relief.

On it, there are three Taoist priests with different shapes and movements. The first one, with a long head hanging on the ground, a wrinkled face and a kind face, holding a "Xuanqingqi" Yubi, frowning and saying a word. The middle head looked cautious, tied his hair tightly, and elegantly pointed to the side of Yubi. His thin lips were slightly open, and he was saying something. The next leader is a little exaggerated, spreading his hair, stroking his palms and smiling, as if the other two were ridiculous.

If the three of them exchange experience like this, their emotions must be very good. Zhang Zixuan is a little envious. As he sighed slightly, he turned his eyes to the last relief...

A young man stared at the distance and stood with his hands behind him. Behind him was a devastated land. A group of ragged people, carrying all kinds of bags, went to the distance. Next to the young man stood a little boy with a resolute expression on his childish face. A small scar was engraved on the boy's right face, adding a little martial arts.

This is interesting for the father and son! Zhang Zixuan thought: But he didn't know who they were.

"Nerd, do you see what it means?" Yang Ziyuan is a little strange. She is as smart as her, and she doesn't know what these reliefs are engraved in this golden hall.

Zhang Zixuan did not answer, but said, "Let's go up."

It's another golden gate, which is engraved with the "spiritual mirror platform" this time. Zhang Zixuan and Yang Ziyuan smiled at the same time and opened the key in the "non-balanced name" door.

It's still a relief... This time, Zhang Zixuan was a little interested and looked there with Yang Ziyuan. At a glance, I was shocked!

"Idiot! Look at the person in this painting, is there anyone who shoots the sun on the upper floor? Yang Ziyuan pointed to the man in the first picture.

Look at Zhang Zixuan, it's really him! But that man is no longer as heroic as he was. Instead, he changed into a sad and compassionate look. That look is not a sad feeling of heroic shortness. But the warmth in the eyes of those tigers, but I don't know for whom...

There is an army on each side of the man. On the one side is a barefoot tribe with wooden sticks and shawls. The leading twelve people each hold a square flag, control strange beasts and monsters, and stand in front of the front of the battle. The army behind stood a banner with a large strange text printed on it, which could be faintly seen as the word "witch"; on the other side, there were tigers, wolves and beasts, insects and ants. There are also some "things" mixed with half-humans and half-beasts.

These monsters and aliens are all looking at the sad man in the middle.

A blue-green sword pierced the man's abdomen, and the air flowed out of the man's pierced abdomen. Although the reliefs are all golden, Zhang Zixuan knows that it is the broken spirit sea in his abdomen, and the heart of the spiritual practitioners is not a weakness. Because spiritual practitioners all pay attention to the eternal existence of the spirit, the Yuanying or Zifu and Wuqi in the abdomen are the most important.

As soon as the five qi come out, the immortals will also die and turn into the underworld. Of course, the immortals on the list of gods can return to the list to practice for reincarnation.

It seems that the green sword is also a peerless blade. Otherwise, how can you cut through the five qi of the fairy?

If the horned dragon in his purple universe heard the words, he would definitely laugh. Where did the witch people come from Wuqi and Zifu? That's just the power of the witch's stars.

In addition, Zhang Zixuan and Yang Ziyuan were surprised that the hilt of the sword was firmly held in the man's hand, and he was actually self-inflicted!

Zhang Zixuan sighed and said secretly: If it's true, God is still jealous of heroes!

Yang Ziyuan nodded and sighed faintly. I'm afraid that the love and hope in the man's eyes, as long as she can see it.

If the first relief gives them the impression of surprise, the second relief can only be described as shock.

Although the confrontation between the two armies is not as magnificent as the first one, it is also extremely spectacular. All kinds of spiritual practitioners are mixed in it. The magic weapons are all over the sky, and the sword is about to be exposed.

The commanders of the two armies are riding their own mounts. A shaky Taoist priest pointed to the kind old man and the cold middle-aged man on the other side. The token with the word "cut" was tightly held by his other hand. At this time, the old man and the middle-aged man looked fierce, and the banner behind him fluttered with the wind, which was very powerful.

Zhang Zixuan couldn't believe that these were the three people he saw on the second floor of the pagoda! The feeling of happiness dissipated, and the hostility in the painting pierced Zhang Zixuan's heart like a steel needle.

What else can be trusted in this world? Zhang Zixuan asked himself with a wry smile.

He inadvertently glanced at the last picture. Although he had some knowledge in his heart, he still felt a lot more when he saw this last scene.

The young man on the second floor has entered middle age in the painting and can only vaguely distinguish his identity. His current expression and movements are already domineering. He grabbed an antique sword set with various gems and cut into the neck of a monster-like person with three heads and six arms. What's strange about Zhang Zixuan is that the monster seems to be laughing, but the middle-aged man is crying silently.

Zhang Zixuan looked carefully at the magic sword. On the body of the sword, the word "Xuanyuan" was engraved with the elegant seal. And the three-headed and six-armed monster obviously has a three-inch scar on his three terrible right face...