Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 283 How can supernatural powers rival destiny?
There are three reliefs on the wall.

The first image depicts a young monk and a swordsman sitting opposite each other.

The second image depicts the same swordsman, but this time he wields a strange weapon and is facing off against a disheveled, burly man on the long street.

The third image depicts a swordsman riding a white horse with a beautiful woman, traversing the air, with countless soldiers below him staring with wide-open mouths.

"My God!" The little Taoist priest's mouth gaped open, his chubby hand trembling as he pointed at the relief, "This depicts Grandmaster Chuan Ying shattering the void!"

As the fat Taoist priest spoke, he couldn't help but step forward to touch the relief sculpture with his hand.

"do not go!"

A flash of red, and the little beggar grabbed the arm of the chubby boy, blurting out, "It's a trap!"

"A mechanism?" The half-hearted Taoist instantly snapped to his senses and quickly retreated.

Ren Shaoyang stepped forward and said, "That's right, there were mechanical sounds behind the wall. It's probably either crossbow bolts or poison." He turned to look at the relief and sneered, "The Buddha's teachings are neglected, while idols run rampant. Phagpa is ultimately influenced by Chuanying and cannot transcend this influence!"

The young Taoist priest said, "Shaoyang, you also realized that this relief was carved by Phagpa?"

Ren Shaoyang, with his hands behind his back, said, "Besides this great monk, who else could have sculpted those earth-shattering battles so vividly?"

"However, although this person was formidable, he was also one of the factors that led to the downfall of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, and cannot be considered a hero!"

After Phagpa performed the initiation ceremony for Kublai Khan, the latter revered him as his teacher and introduced the Sakya school of Tibetan Buddhism. Many emperors and nobles in later generations became his followers. However, after Phagpa's death, the Tibetan monks seemed to have lost their spiritual energy, and the uncouth and vulgar became rampant, aiding and abetting evil and committing many absurd and wicked acts.

Therefore, after the fall of the Yuan Dynasty, Tibetan monks also suffered the consequences of their misfortune, and no one was spared.

Seeing this, the four of them also found it boring, so they immediately turned around and walked away like a gust of wind.

Along the way, Ren Shaoyang and his two companions were relaxed and carefree. However, the little Taoist priest following behind moved with extreme caution and trepidation. He dared not touch anything recklessly, fearing that a trap might be set, and only felt his way across the river with the three people in front of him.

After walking for a while, the cave suddenly came to an end, with two stone doors lying across the way.

Ren Shaoyang raised the tinderbox and saw that the stone gate was about ten feet high and twenty feet wide, and was very spacious. The gate was covered with stone statues, and upon closer inspection, they were depictions of hell.

The horrors of the scenes—mountains of knives and seas of fire, boiling oil and pits of thorns, with ox-headed and horse-faced demons torturing humans, tearing them apart with five horses, and devouring their bodies—are chilling to the bone.

"This thing is actually quite scary!" Ding An gasped.

The little Taoist narrowed his eyes and said, "This is Wu Daozi's 'Hell Transformation Diagram.' It was carved on the door to warn tomb raiders that there will be many dangers if they enter, and they will die without a burial place."

Ding An's eyes widened, and he shouted, "What the hell? I'm not afraid of him!" With a clang, his eagle-blade was drawn, ready to chop at the door.

The young Taoist priest was so frightened that he jumped up and down, quickly saying, "Oh dear! Brother, don't be alarmed!"

Ding'an, holding a knife with flames blazing on it, was stunned when he heard this: "What's wrong?"

"You can't just force your way through this thing!"

Ding An frowned and said, "Explain it more clearly."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "What the fat Taoist means is that if there are crossbow traps, given the terrain here, we'll be like turtles caught in a jar."

Ding'an turned his head and saw that the place was small, with rock walls surrounding them, and there was indeed nowhere to hide.

He had no choice but to sheath the knife and then asked, "How do I open it?"

Hongxiu stepped forward gracefully and said with a smile, "We can try to find out indirectly."

Ding An said, "How can we break down the door if we don't come from the front?"

Hongxiu smiled and said, "Don't rush. We should plan ahead before making decisions. Let's first investigate the situation behind the door from both sides, and then find a solution." As she spoke, she had already gathered her "Heavenly Wrath True Qi" and slammed it against the door frame.

Boom!
As the palm struck, the sound was ethereal and resonant, and the little beggar listened with his eyes closed.

Ren Shaoyang explained to Xiaoban Daoren and Ding'an: "When the little beggar's palm strike passes through, it shakes the entire stone gate. Therefore, everything behind the gate will make a sound. Hundreds of sounds will overlap and turn into a strange 'thud' sound. From this, we can deduce the shape and direction of the sound."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little beggar opened his eyes, turned his head and said, "Crippled man, we need to capture the dragon and extend it seven feet to cut the self-healing stone that is leaning against it inside."

Self-closing stones are stone pillars commonly used in tombs to seal the entrance. The principle is that as the stone door closes, a large stone pillar slowly tilts forward and eventually completely blocks the door, making it impossible for outsiders to push it open.

Ren Shaoyang nodded, and with a flick of his sleeve, the sword blade darted into the crack in the stone gate as if it were thin paper.

The stone gate was perfectly sealed, originally so tight that not even a needle could be inserted. However, the dragon-capturing creature was of varying thickness and length, and its sharpness was unparalleled.

"bass!"

The blade sliced ​​through the butter like a hot knife, creating a gap between the two doors.

Ren Shaoyang used sound to pinpoint locations, his spiritual sense flowing like a clear spring along the sword blade into the stone gate. The various structures and features inside the gate illuminated his mind like light and electricity, becoming vividly clear.

"break!"

Ren Shaoyang flicked his wrist, and the sword blade, like a serpent, snaked and crawled towards the stone. The blade gently curled up wherever it pointed.

Then, with a few loud crashes and bangs, the self-healing stone shattered, its muffled thunderous sound particularly startling in the passageway.

Ren Shaoyang pressed his hands against the door and exerted a little force.

With a creak, the stone door opened, and a gust of cold wind rushed out from the crack, carrying a foul stench that made one want to vomit.

Ren Shaoyang held his breath as Hongxiu pulled him aside.

As the stench dissipates with the wind, the odor fades.

The group chuckled, high-fived each other in celebration, and went inside. Inside was a spacious hall, ten zhang in length and width, empty on all sides, without any treasure or chests.

"Where's the treasure?" the half-Taoist asked, somewhat disappointed. "After all this effort, were we fooled by these barbarian dogs?"

Ding An said, "Is it behind the wall?" Back then, in the Emei underground palace, he broke through the wall and went directly into the treasure room. This time, he wanted to try breaking through the wall again.

"Don't move!" Hongxiu waved her hand to stop him.

Ren Jianshen closed his eyes and listened intently, then pointed to a corner and said in a deep voice, "Be careful, the substance flowing in here is viscous and slow-moving; it should be kerosene!"

"What?!" The half-Taoist's expression changed drastically. "Oil!"

As one of the eighteen top masters of the new era, an expert in tomb raiding, he knew all too well the power of this thing. In battle, oil extracted from the ground could be used as a fire weapon; its power was terrifying, and it was extremely insidious—it burned without extinguishing itself!
Moreover, they are currently in a confined space, and if a fire breaks out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The little Taoist priest hurriedly said to Ding'an, "Ding'an, don't use your fire power! If you do, we'll all turn into roasted meat!"

Ding An was somewhat annoyed, but could only nod and watch them gently tap on the walls, trying to find the hidden door.

Half an hour passed, but there was still no clue.

"This can't be right." The little beggar straightened up, his face full of disbelief. "Could we have really been tricked?"

“No way,” Ren Shaoyang said earnestly. “This is Emperor Yuan Shundi’s last hope, and also the last resort left for the remnants of the Mongol Yuan dynasty. How could it be fake?”

"Okay, let's look again!"

The three of them searched again while talking, but still found nothing.

The three of them wiped their sweat and sat down on the ground to discuss the matter.

Ren Shaoyang was also questioning his life at this moment: "This shouldn't be happening!"

The little Taoist priest covered his fat face, looking utterly dejected, and said, "Could it be that it was all taken away?"

The little beggar cried with tears in his eyes, "My precious little money!"

Just as everyone sighed and fell silent.

Suddenly, a "click" was heard!
In the silent space, the sound was like the tinkling of metal and the splashing of jade, exceptionally clear and melodious.

Everyone was startled and looked up to see what was happening.

Ding An looked embarrassed and cautiously withdrew one foot, saying, "I... I think I stepped on something."

"Ah!" The little Taoist priest jumped up abruptly and asked nervously, "Ding'an, did you break the kerosene can?"

Ding'an exclaimed "Ah!" and jumped up, waving his hands wildly, shouting, "No, no, that's not how it happened! I just broke a floor tile!"

Seeing his familiar anxious and embarrassed expression, Ren Shaoyang felt a surge of warmth in his heart as the memories of the Emei Underground Palace seemed to flash before his eyes. He smiled and said:

"Don't worry, I believe you."

Ding An clapped his hands and pointed to the ground, saying, "Hey cripples, come and look here, there's something here!"

Hongxiu's mind raced, and she chuckled, "Let me see what's going on!"

The three of them jogged over and saw a broken paving stone, revealing a large iron ring inside. They couldn't help but show strange expressions.

Ren Shaoyang shone the torch around and found that the ground emitted a faint light. The blue bricks on the ground were arranged in an incomprehensible pattern, which was obviously a puzzle switch designed to solve the mystery.

Unfortunately, no matter how ingenious the designer's mechanism was, it was like casting a spell on a blind man.

How could they have imagined Ding'an's unscientific luck?
Ren Shaoyang shook his head and chuckled, "A broken hand, huh? You always manage to pull off something really enjoyable!"

"Hehe~! I didn't mean to." Ding An scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly.

Ren Shaoyang squatted down, reached out and pulled the ring, and suddenly heard the clattering of mechanisms all around.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound came, the house shook violently, and gusts of cold wind rushed in.

Just then, a beam of colorful light shot out, flickering and shimmering.

Everyone turned to look, only to find that a crack had appeared in the wall, large enough for one person to pass through, and a ray of dazzling light shone through it.

"Wow!"

"Little money!"

"A great treasure!"

"Haha, money's coming!"

The four cheered and jumped for joy, then without hesitation, they leaped out and squeezed through the crevice.

Looking up, one could see a cave about ten feet high filled with countless boxes piled up, adorned with dazzling jewels, which, illuminated by tinderboxes and candles, emitted endless rainbows.

There are thousands of pearls as large as longan fruits, round and full; jade ruyi scepters as green as new; blood-red coral about ten feet tall; a mutton-fat jade Buddha as tall as a person; and eight red-gold horses, each with its own unique shape, mane flying and hooves galloping.

"Truly living up to its reputation!" the half-Taoist exclaimed sincerely, his eyes gleaming with golden light. "Is this the treasure of an entire nation?"

Ren Shaoyang stepped forward, picked up a gold ingot, and said with a slight sneer, "No, this is the fat and flesh of the Han people!"

His eyes flashed with a sharp light as he looked outside the cave, his smile growing even more chilling: "This is also the burial place of the remnants of the Mongol Yuan dynasty!"

(End of this chapter)