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Then, Yang Yu turned his gaze to the fourth mural. He saw that the mural depicted Emperor Xuanwu of the Wei Dynasty holding a spiritual conference outside the palace hall. The only difference was that the main character of this spiritual conference was not Emperor Xuanwu of Wei, but the phantom of a monk.

The audience participating in this spiritual conference was not just monks. There were also civil and military officials and hundreds of commoners. The shadow floated in the air with a kind expression. It was actually half the size of the palace and looked extremely terrifying.

All the officials and commoners outside the hall knelt on the ground and looked at the figure in the sky with respect and passion. Seeing this, Yang Yu frowned slightly. This situation was obviously not right.

From the attitudes of Emperor Xuanwu, the civil and military officials, and the people, it was obvious that they had seen the phantom. At the same time, the shadow should have been enlarged to the size of the palace. Otherwise, the generals would not have so many shocked and terrified expressions on their faces.

A different scene appeared on the fifth mural. The huge figure floating in the air seemed to have triggered the wrath of the heavens, causing dark clouds to gather in the sky and lightning to erupt. The monk's phantom put his hands together, and a golden wheel of virtue appeared behind his head.

The monk's phantom had a smile on his face. A few bolts of lightning actually entered the golden wheel behind the monk's phantom. It was as if it was devouring the power of lightning, making the golden wheel seem even more sacred.

Yang Yu then looked at the sixth mural and saw that the dark clouds in the mural had almost dissipated. The sky was replaced by the faint shadows of Buddhas, as if they were congratulating the monk under the dark clouds.

Under the dispersing dark clouds, the monk's phantom condensed into a golden entity. However, it was still half the size of the palace. A five-colored auspicious cloud appeared under the monk's golden body.

The ground in front of the palace was already filled with people kneeling to watch the ceremony. Even Emperor Xuanwu of Wei knelt to pay his respects. Obviously, these people were all shocked by the majestic golden body and could not help but believe in the existence of Buddha.

Yang Yu looked at the seventh mural and saw that the golden Buddha shadow had disappeared. The one who took the throne was an emperor dressed in dragon robes. Three monks dragged the two sariras and a tiger skin scroll and handed them to Emperor Xuanwu of the Wei Dynasty, who had a happy expression on his face.

Emperor Xuanwu was surrounded by rows of greedy eyes. When Yang Yu saw this, he could not help but look at the bookshelf to see if the tiger skin scroll was there. Unfortunately, Yang Yu did not see the tiger skin scroll there. On the contrary, there were many goatskin scrolls written in Sanskrit.

Yang Yu looked around for a while before looking at the eighth mural. In the eighth mural, the officials, commoners, monks, and soldiers were all kneeling before Emperor Xuanwu. Emperor Xuanwu didn't care about the person who was kneeling and peeping at him. Instead, he took a relic and put it into his mouth.

In the ninth painting, Emperor Xuanwu was sitting in front of the hall. A huge live carp wrapped in a dragon robe was placed in the coffin, and then a pile of ancient scriptures was placed into a box. It was like a funeral scene.

Looking at these nine murals, Yang Yu was somewhat confused. Why was there a carp in a dragon robe in the coffin, and where were these monks carrying these books? Why would such a mural appear in this unrelated stone chamber?

After Yang Yu finished looking at the murals, he looked around. He suddenly realized that there were more than ten boxes on both sides of the stone door. Yang Yu looked at the mural and found that the box in the stone room was exactly the same as the one in the mural.

Seeing this, Yang Yu finally understood. The fish should be buried in this tomb, and the ancient books in this stone room should be the ones that Emperor Xuanwu of Wei had put in. Unfortunately, these books were all written in Sanskrit, so Yang Yu did not recognize them.

Although he didn't recognize the words on it, Yang Yu still put away all the books and scrolls before leaving the stone room. He saw that the surroundings of the stone room were blocked, except for the stone room behind Yang Yu.

Even if some places were passable, they didn't know how far they could go. The remaining cracks were filled with leftover kerosene, black ash, and some foul stench.

At this moment, Yang Yu couldn't help but think of the way he came in. However, the hall where the stone terracotta soldiers were stored had already been blocked when Yang Yu entered the terracotta soldier room. Yang Yu had no choice but to endure the stench and look into the cracks of the collapsed rocks.

At the back of the hall was a collapsed catacomb. In the gap between the falling rocks from the top, there was a narrow cave that could only allow people to crawl. Yang Yu placed his hand at the entrance of the cave. He could clearly sense the existence of a trace of water vapor in the cave.

Yang Yu couldn't help but be delighted. This tomb was clearly connected to an underground water vein. Since there was water vapor in the collapsed path, there might be an underground pool at the end of the path.

If there was an underground pool, it was very likely that there was a water vein connected to the ground. For others, walking through the underground water vein was almost a dead end. However, for Yang Yu, who had the Azure Dragon bloodline, there was no problem of drowning and lack of oxygen.

Therefore, Yang Yu did a little investigation and directly entered the gap of the collapsed tomb passage with dense water vapor. Yang Yu had only climbed a few meters along the cave when he felt the water vapor getting thicker and thicker. Soon, Yang Yu climbed to the end. There was indeed no tomb here.

There was a pool of water with a diameter of 20 meters in the tomb. There was a stone terrace in the middle of the pool. A huge bronze lotus with two layers of scattered petals and a total of eight petals appeared on the stone terrace.

There should have been a bluestone corridor connecting the stone platform and where Yang Yu was. However, at this moment, the bluestone corridor had already been destroyed by the falling rocks from the top of the tomb.

Yang Yu jumped out of the catacomb and jumped into the water. After entering the water, Yang Yu saw the same small fish in the pool as before.

When the small fish saw Yang Yu, they scattered in all directions in fear, allowing Yang Yu to easily swim to the edge of the stone platform in the center. Yang Yu leaped up and landed on the stone platform, looking at the center of the bronze lotus.

In the middle of the bronze flower, there was a two-meter-long and one-meter-wide golden Phoebe Wood coffin placed on the lotus moss in the center of the lotus. However, the coffin was open. Clearly, the thing buried inside had already jumped out of the coffin.

Yang Yu entered the bronze lotus and looked at the coffin. There was nothing in the coffin. On the lid of the coffin, there was a colorful portrait of Emperor Xuanwu of the Wei Dynasty.

Seeing the empty coffin, Yang Yu did not mind and directly kept it into the Meteorite Space. Yang Yu clearly remembered that the price of this golden thread nanmu was extremely expensive in the future.

However, after Yang Yu took the coffin away, he looked at the bronze lotus again. On each of the bronze lotus petals, there was also a picture drawn.

Yang Yu looked at the bronze petal and couldn't help but gasp. On one of the petals, Sanskrit and official script were written simultaneously: Spirit Ascension Technique.

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