“Using pinyin to leave secret messages shows that this old brother's education level in his previous life wasn't very high."

Hu Ma suddenly felt a sense of familiarity and squinted his eyes, carefully identifying it for a long time. He slowly read out the meaning: "I have set up the Dragon and Tiger Roadblock to test courage and martial prowess, three trials to question the heart, and twelve levels to refine the soul, in order to prevent the loss of the Dao lineage."

"One of our own, stop the nonsense and just go in."

"''"

"Good heavens, things left behind by our own people are indeed a little convenient."

Hu Ma carefully looked at it several times, and quickly clarified it in his heart. Between the dilemma of entering or not entering, the scale quickly slid to one side. Of course, he still had to go in.

The big tree in the courtyard outside swayed its branches and leaves, seemingly like wandering snakes, but it didn't do anything. It quickly returned to calm and stood there quietly.

As for these three trials and twelve tribulations, they were clearly extremely dangerous. The three trials were also known as the three Gates of Hell, with the secrets of questioning the heart and searching the soul. And the twelve tribulations were the twelve bone-scraping steps. Walking up like this was like being subjected to the punishment of a thousand cuts and ten thousand剐.

Looking up, one could vaguely see a mysterious cave behind the clouds and mist deep in the path.

He was a Shou Sui Ren (Night Watcher), and even if half of his soul left his body, it was still closely connected to his body. If something happened to his soul, Little Red Pomelo would remind him, and with a jolt, he would immediately return.

How should he choose?

Hu Ma instantly had an answer in his heart, and he ran, hurrying to the river.

Walking forward, he could already vaguely see a tall paifang (ceremonial gate), knowing that the first Gate of Hell had arrived. From afar, it was filled with yin energy and ghostly shadows. Further in, he could also see the other three black paifang, each one taller and more ferocious than the last.

He came to the stone wall and pressed his finger on it. The door in the stone wall didn't open, but suddenly, a blue ghost hand stretched out from the Gate of Hell and lay flat on the ground.

"No, it's not that the ghost cave was refined into the picture, but that the picture was refined into a secret path."

Leisurely and quietly, it seemed that the painting was getting bigger and bigger, eventually swallowing him whole, and it was as if he floated up and entered this painting.

But even if he wanted to enter, he had to be careful. So Hu Ma also took a deep breath and first took out three incense sticks from the bamboo tube he carried with him. He lit them, and before long, he saw a gust of yin wind moving outside, and Little Red Pomelo climbed in through the window.

"This is the Three Trials and Twelve Tribulations?"

"''"

"Alright, this time it's all neat and fair."

On the right, an old woman was pounding clothes with a club, neither of them noticing anything in the river.

On the left, three or five children were playing by the shore.

"This place is also one of the Thirty-Six Caves. Isn't it the same nature as the Ghost Cave that the Dongzi Li family is guarding? It's just that the Dongzi Li family is guarding a real ghost cave, but this one is sealed into a painting?"

Opening his eyes, he saw a brindle fierce tiger as big as a wild bull, staring with ferocious eyes, shaking its patterned fur, and opening its bloody mouth. It was crawling up from the mountainside and, upon seeing Hu Ma, immediately pounced on him.

There was no other way, that's what the secret message said.

Sitting back in front of the painting again, this time, he no longer hesitated, but carefully observed the painting, concentrating his mind and gathering his qi. The more he looked, the more the painting seemed to grow, occupying his entire field of vision.

Seeing that the flood dragon in the river was also speeding up and pouncing towards the three or five children playing on the shore, Hu Ma became more and more anxious and ran faster and faster.

Little Red Pomelo nodded repeatedly, breathing hard on her little hands and rubbing them vigorously.

"Mmm, Brother Hu Ma, don't worry."

When it comes to torturing people, you have to rely on transmigrators!

And behind these three paifang, there was another strange staircase, shrouded in clouds and mist, with some terrifying figures appearing from time to time, climbing up and falling down.

Then he straightened his chest, approached in great strides, turned around, and came to the side of the paifang, in front of the stone wall.

And looking at this stone statue, wearing a pearl crown and wide sleeves, its identity seemed extraordinary?

Silently reciting the information on the painting that only transmigrators could see, he took a deep breath. Having made a decision, entered the painting, he stopped the nonsense and strode forward.

"I'm going to do something important, Little Red Pomelo, watch me carefully. If there's a problem, wake me up quickly!"

This was a test that transmigrators could not avoid, but of course, for transmigrators, this test was very simple: a slide tackle, plus a kick, and it would be done.

Hu Ma carefully instructed, stuffed a complete, big, big blood food pill into Little Red Pomelo's hands, and then took out a few things from her little basket and arranged them in the hall.

First, he needed to erect an altar, even a simpler altar, and arrange it around him to prevent accidents.

Secondly, he encountered five young children and an old woman. How to choose to show fairness.

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And instructing Little Red Pomelo was another arrangement.

And turning his head, he saw an endless wilderness behind him, majestic in momentum, with no sign of the path he had come from. And beside him, the figure who had bowed to the mountain earlier, upon closer inspection, was no longer a figure but a stone statue.

"What a proactive attitude."

"So slide tackling really works?"

Hu Ma remembered that the painting said to subdue the dragon and tame the tiger to prove courage and martial prowess, and then pass through the three trials and twelve tribulations to climb the mountain and enter the cave to see the so-called secrets of heaven.

Now, although he had entered the mansion, he still held awe for these mysterious and unpredictable methods. He slowly exhaled until his mind was calm, and then his mind moved, and his soul left his body.

Hu Ma was a little surprised. He looked at his fist, shook it dismissively, and quickly went deep into the mountain, but he soon followed the steps and came to the mountainside.

What should he do?

Knowing where the transmigrators were, he couldn't help but want to make contact. What's more, those who don't eat beef represent the disciples and grandchildren left behind by the most powerful transmigrators in the past. Who knows what secrets are hidden inside?

After learning about the Zhen Sui Fu (Demon Suppression Manor), Hu Ma had always wanted to understand the previous generation of transmigrators. How could he miss this opportunity now?

The fierce tiger jumped over him,夹着两条后退, screamed, and窜进了林子 inside.

Just like in his dreams, when he followed the mountain lord to tour the Lao Yin Shan (Old Yin Mountain) at night, if his body was suddenly disturbed, he would wake up as if from a dream and return to the village.

He needed to set up an altar first, even a simpler one, and arrange it around himself to prevent accidents.

And the more carefully he looked, the more secluded and strange it became, as if his soul was about to lose control and float directly into this cave.

The distance was still far away, so he could pick up stones and throw them, but if he saved the children, the old woman would die.

Watching the flood dragon in the river retreat back into the river with satisfaction, the shore was clean, with no one left, and he crossed the bridge with satisfaction.

Hu Ma praised Little Red Pomelo's head and finally felt relieved.

Seeing that the fierce creature in the river had approached the children playing on the shore, fearing that the children would die from the flood dragon's kiss in the next moment.

There was a moment of weightlessness, and then he felt light. The surrounding scenery changed and transformed. When he saw where he was now, he suddenly realized that he was on a mountain, with a stone path in front of him, winding and twisting, gradually leading directly to the mountain from under his feet.

"Ao Wu"

Before officially entering the painting, Hu Ma also silently thought in his heart: "Could it be that the transmigrator who left this painting is more capable than the Dongzi Li family?"

If he was outside, Hu Ma might not be afraid with his Shou Sui Ren (Night Watcher) abilities, but now that he was in the painting, he was only as good as an ordinary person. Facing the beast that seemed several times taller than the tigers he had seen in his previous life, he also felt a trembling in his bones.

Then, he bravely went up to him, directly a slide tackle

Hu Ma of course recognized what this thing was called - elevator

If he wanted to enter this painting, he had to consider the possibility of accidents. Even if the painting was left by a transmigrator, he still had to have the most basic precautions. Therefore, he had to ensure that if something went wrong, the altar could return his soul in time.

Finally, he saw that the flood dragon had rushed to the children playing on the shore, opening its bloody mouth. Hu Ma had finally arrived behind the old woman pounding clothes, and then, he mustered his strength and kicked the old woman into the river.

Hu Ma sighed and walked step by step to the Gate of Hell, watching the ghostly aura surging inside. The tall figure was almost like under the paifang. The gloomy gaze, through the ghost mist, was like two strange lanterns, staring coldly at his face.

But he was anxious, so he walked in big strides, three steps at a time. Soon he turned a corner and suddenly smelled a fishy wind blowing in his face, and a roar of a tiger shaking the sky came.

Now that his soul had left his body and entered the painting, he had no physical weight, but the world in the painting was too real, as if he was really experiencing it. He walked hard step by step, as if his strength was limited.

He naturally slipped from under the tiger's body, extended his fist, and punched the two bells above him.

Here, the terrain was slightly gentle, but there was a big river flowing flatly. The river was misty, and a fierce behemoth was vaguely seen in the river, floating like dead wood, with a gloomy look, slowly approaching the shore, seeming to choose someone to devour.

"The attitude is very positive."

Hu Ma immediately realized, slowly raised his foot, stood on the ghost's hand, and then saw the ghost hand suddenly holding him and sending him up to a high place.

Far away, the dark cave was already in sight.

Here, the stone wall was ordinary, without anything else, only next to the smooth stone wall, there were two strange triangular symbols, standing side by side, one pointed upwards, and one pointed downwards

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