100 Ways to Get the Male God - Chapter 1819

[Chapter 1819 Tomb Beads (4)]

The woman wanted to scream again, but desperately held back.

The old man glanced at the top, and there was a small passage on it. This person fell from there. Judging from the state of his body, he had been dead for a long time, and the cause of death was probably the rope around his neck.

He pondered: “I’m afraid this is also a tomb robber. It may have triggered some mechanism… So I was strangled by the rope and hung there.”

The woman was very frightened, and said with a trembling voice: “Organ? Then shall we continue to move forward?”

“Of course,” the old man stroked his beard and glanced at her contemptuously, “I am a student of the tomb robber school, so this kind of mechanism is not a problem. With your half-hearted level, I don’t know how to get into the tomb robber team. Shout out, we’ll leave you alone.”

The woman nodded blankly.

The old man turned his head in satisfaction, “Go.”

Several people continued to move forward, and when they arrived at the stone gate, the old man motioned to the pointed man, “You can touch it.”

The man’s eyes flickered, he coughed lightly, and hesitantly said: “You are amazing, you should come.”

He was obviously afraid that he might be in danger.

The old man could see it, and he couldn’t help but raised his brows and scolded, “Dignified man, great!”

The sharp-mouthed man smiled, but remained unmoved, he just refused to reach out and touch the stone gate.

The old man ignored him and stepped forward, his fingers lightly swiping across the stone gate, his face serious.

The remaining two looked at him with bated breath.

Only Yu Chu continued to observe the surroundings with a flashlight, and the light swept across the wall.

She saw what appeared to be imprints on the walls.

It was just covered up under layers of cobwebs.

She put on her gloves, pushed the cobwebs away, and stared at the intricately carved frescoes on the walls.

Although it is covered with dust, it can be seen that it seems to be some paintings reflecting folk customs.

Judging from the clothes of the people in the painting and the conditions of the market, it seems that it really belongs to Mr. Xu’s era. Even if the owner of this tomb was not Xu Shen, he was probably from that dynasty.

Mr. Xu’s string of Buddhist beads was widely spread.

Legend has it that this thing is a real Buddhist sacred object, which can keep a person’s face forever and live forever.

But would anyone believe this statement?

After all, its owner is Xu Shen, but isn’t this famous Millennium Legend also dead?

Not even his tomb was found.

Yu Chu turned the flashlight a little to the side again and saw another painting on the wall.

It’s a portrait of a person.

He is tall and indifferent, but Yu Chu’s eyes moved to his face, only to find that the painting did not have the master’s facial features, and his face was blank.

There is a string of beads on his wrist.

This is Xu Shen – Xu Zhiheng?

Yu Chu carefully looked at the small print below. This is the text of the time, even if the original owner is an excellent graduate of the history department, it is a little difficult to identify.

The general idea seems to be that Mr. Xu is a Buddhist, has a calm personality, and once cultivated in Buddhism, so he has no pursuit of male and female love in the world, and he voluntarily does not marry for life.

This was also discussed in college.

Xu Zhiheng himself was young, but he practiced in Buddhism for a long time. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a holy monk, but he did not choose a Buddhist name, nor did he officially take refuge.

This man is just too light-hearted.

Yu Chu removed the flashlight and heard the sharp-mouthed man exclaiming in a low voice at the Shimen in front of him.

She turned to look.

I saw the old man lying on the door all over.