After settled down and ate some food, everyone looked around in the hall. They saw that the walls around the hall were carved with hot pictures of Tantric men and women. When they saw it, they couldn't help but make people blush and breathe heavily.

The fat man gasped and said, "I didn't expect this to be a dead corner of spiritual civilization and hygiene. There are so many small yellow pictures. If you want to take a look at the capital, you must be detained."

The murals here not only contain dual editing pictures, but also look deeper, but also some pictures depicting hell torture. The scene is terrible and full of the suffering of hell reincarnation.

The Lama told everyone that this temple was a forbidden place during the Guge Dynasty, and only clergy and kings could enter, and ordinary people could not even get close to it.

"Look, is that the so-called Guge Silver Eye?" Sydney said with her finger at a huge mural on the dome.

Everyone looked up and saw that it was a huge mural, colorful and made with half-carving and half-painting techniques. It was very complicated. At first glance, I couldn't help but feel a little blurred.

In the middle of the mural is a silver eye, surrounded by countless patterns, forming a vortex shape.

Seeing this, everyone can be sure that the temple was not worshipped by Buddha, but a huge eyeball.

But the temple has become so rotten that it is no longer clear. I am afraid it has been taken away or damaged as early as that year.

Everyone observed the hall for a while, then came to a back hall behind the hall. It was also in a mess, with bricks, tiles and gravels on the ground, and even the entire hall collapsed halfway.

Everyone searched in the back hall again, but found no valuable clues.

Uncle Ming's physique was not as good as others, and he was already exhausted and panting. He leaned against a red pillar and wanted to rest for a while.

The seemingly solid pillar was immediately pressed by him, and the red vermilion paint on the surface quickly fell off, and countless cracks appeared.

In an instant, a large number of bricks, tiles and gravels were smashed down on his head, and Uncle Ming was so scared that he was stunned.

Chen Haofei pulled him away in front of him. Almost at the same moment, the giant red pillar collapsed and smashed aside. Fortunately, no one was hurt in the chaos.

It turned out that the red pillar against which Uncle Ming was standing has already rotten. It was fine to poke it there, but it would collapse as soon as it was slight. Fortunately, Chen Hao took action in time, otherwise he would have to be buried alive by bricks and gravel.

Uncle Ming said in a cold sweat: "Oh, it's so dangerous. Thanks to Brother Faqiu who saved me, otherwise my old bone would be buried here."

There was a missing pillar in the back hall. Chen Hao was worried that the entire hall would collapse, so he quickly asked everyone to withdraw.

Just as everyone was walking out, Xueli suddenly discovered something and quickly signaled everyone to see.

Everyone looked along the direction of her finger and found that a huge gap was exposed on the wall where the pillar collapsed and smashed, and there was a dark space inside, as if it was a secret room.

The secret room environment was very closed, and there was no idea what was placed inside, and a rotten smell continued to emerge from it.

The fat man asked, "Where is that? Could it be the cave of the Sutra of the Samsara Sect? Is this true, then we will make a fortune..."

Hu Bayi said, "If you really put the scriptures, it will probably be rotten after hundreds of years. Moreover, the smell does not smell like the rotten scriptures, but rather like a place to store corpses."

"It is said that foreign explorers have found many caves in this ruins, with a wide variety of things inside. The most famous one is a headless corpse and an arsenal for storing weapons. I think this secret room should be similar to the arsenal."

Chen Hao doesn't like guessing when doing things, and he values ​​execution more. Just as everyone was talking, he walked to the entrance of the secret room with a flashlight alone.

Under the flashlight, something placed at the door immediately attracted everyone's attention, and the thing actually reflected a golden light.

Chen Hao moved the flashlight a little away, and then everyone saw clearly that it was a golden Buddha wearing a crown on his head, three eyes and four arms, sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform. His three eyes turned out to be silver, which was completely different from the golden color of the whole body.

Behind the Three-Eyed Golden Buddha was a closed black iron door, covered with scriptures and spells, as if there was a terrible monster sealing it.

Everyone hurried to the front and carefully watched the things here, but after watching for a while, they couldn't tell the reason.

The Lama is the oldest here, and he is a native Tibetan, and he knows the most about these things. Everyone quickly asked him for advice and asked him what happened to the Three-Eyed Golden Buddha and the Black Gate.

The lama shook his head, with a look of confusion on his face, then he carried a flashlight and walked straight to the gap.

Everyone was worried about something unexpected about the lama, so they quickly followed.

The three-eyed golden Buddha is not very big, more than 30 cm tall. Although the color is golden and dazzling, it is not cast in pure gold or pure copper, but is made of a mixture of various metals. This is a unique casting process of the Guge people. It has very few handed down from the world and is of great value.

After the iron rod lama worshipped the Buddha statue devoutly, he continued to walk towards the black iron gate.

When they came to the black iron gate, everyone discovered that there was an iron chain tied to the base of the three-eyed golden Buddha, which was connected to the black iron gate. It was obvious that someone deliberately fixed the golden Buddha here.

The lama stared at the talismans on the iron gate and said, "This is the six-character mantra of Tantric Buddhism: Ommani Bamoo Hum. It contains too many meanings. I think it must be imprisoned with evil monsters inside. This iron gate must not be opened."

The fat man said inexplicably: "So, what's inside was some prisoners who did everything they want back then? But hundreds of years have passed. No matter how evil he is, he will probably be ruined. What's so scary?"

Hu Bayi cursed: "Fatty, just be more at ease. Some mysterious events in the ancient Tibetan area are not something that we people in the Central Plains can understand. The master actually said this, so it is his reason. You'd better not look for trouble."

Sydney nodded and said, "Yes, the purpose of our trip is to understand the curse. There is no need to divide our energy on these irrelevant things. Let's leave these relics for the archaeological team to excavate."

The fat man and Uncle Ming were salivating at the three-eyed golden Buddha, but the iron rod lama was present. In addition, Hu Bayi, Chen Hao and others disagreed, so they did not dare to force themselves, so they had to withdraw from the back hall.
Chapter completed!