I'm his wife, how come I don't know?

The stone steps under your feet are wide and lead down smoothly.

Li Xiu was in front and Jiang Chu was behind, blocking the road.

The walls are covered with colorful murals.

There is a hole from time to time, and there seems to be something embedded in the cave.

After walking a few steps, Li Xiu suddenly stopped.

Jiang Chu also stopped and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong?"

"There's something wrong with the arrangement of the holes here. I seem to have seen it somewhere before." Li Xiu carefully observed the densely packed holes on the murals on both sides.

It seems like there is no pattern at all.

Jiang Chu also looked at these holes carefully, but couldn't figure out what they were.

"I don't understand." Jiang Chu told the truth.

Li Xiu glanced at him and said, "In the Sui Dynasty, humans and immortal cultivators coexisted."

"Many strange people in the folk are inspired by the immortal cultivators and have learned many tricks."

"I think this looks like some kind of strange magic from the Sui Dynasty."

"It's like it's meant to trap anyone who walks up these steps."

Li Xiu continued walking and Jiang Chu hurriedly followed.

The two of them were not walking slowly, but they walked for a long time and it seemed like they would never reach the end.

There was no path ahead except endless stairs.

Jiang Chu looked at these densely packed stone caves and said, "Brother Li Xiu, how about we try to destroy them?"

Li Xiu shook his head: "These stone caves echo each other, where there is yin, there is yang."

"What if we are unlucky and the road here is destroyed, the ground collapses, and poison gas leaks out? We can use our spiritual power to escape, but what about the mortals around us?"

Jiang Chu nodded. They still had the ability to escape, but what about mortals?

"These caves and murals are repeating themselves. The stone steps under our feet seem to be moving. Perhaps they are more like a cycle of stone steps."

"But what we are looking for is the last one in the loop, jump out." Li Xiu thought for a moment.

He stretched out his arm and handed it to Jiang Chu.

"Junior Brother Jiang, I have a method that you may want to try."

Jiang Chu looked at the arm that was handed over, and looked at him with some confusion: "What do you mean?"

"Hold on to me and close your eyes." Li Xiu looked serious.

Jiang Chu stopped being pretentious, grabbed his wrist and closed his eyes.

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The next second, Jiang Chu could feel his entire body being taken away.

After a period of jumping up and down and feeling weightless, I landed steadily.

"Okay, we're out." Li Xiu's voice came in his ears.

Jiang Chu slowly opened his eyes and was instantly shocked by the scene before him.

The huge underground cave space lengthens and widens the view.

The circular altar in the middle and the coffin carved from red jade emit a faint, dim light in the dark night.

On both sides of the coffin, there are two statues standing on the left and right.

On the left side of the circular altar is a winding golden tree that covers the entire dome of the cave.

On the right side of the altar, there is also a golden tree that winds and covers the entire dome.

The two trees support each other, their roots are connected, and they rely on each other.

The golden tree looks a bit like Jiang Chu's puppet tree.

In the middle of the tree branch stood a three-legged golden crow.

Jiang Chu roughly understood what the prototype of this golden tree was.

It is the sacred Fusang tree. It is rumored that it is the gate that connects the realm of gods, the human world, and the underworld.

It is also the original tree of his puppet tree.

Jiang Chu came back to his senses from the shock and looked at himself, still holding Li Xiu's arm.

Suddenly embarrassed, he quickly withdrew his hand: "Sorry."

"It's okay." Li Xiu's gaze did not linger on Jiang Chu for too long.

Instead, he looked at the red translucent coffin.

"The hibiscus tree and the red stone coffin, it seems that this should be the mausoleum of the founding emperor of the Sui Dynasty."

Li Xiu looked at the magnificent golden tree. On top of the treetops were sparkling colorful crystals, emitting colorful light in the dark underground mausoleum.

"It's really a waste of money and time." Jiang Chu looked at the shocking underground mausoleum and felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

Some of the lower-class people were so hungry that they had to eat their children, and some were so exhausted that they died suddenly, all for those few taels of silver.

As for the people above, they would eat the dragon meat in the sky and spit it out.

During the drought, the people were so thirsty that they drank blood and urine, but the people in power were still bathing in the cleanest spring water.

It is said that everyone is equal regardless of their social status, but how can this be equal?

Not to mention how much money it cost to build this mausoleum, just the hibiscus tree in front of it, made of pure gold, must have taken countless people’s hard work.

What is the value?

Seeing that Jiang Chu didn't look very good, Li Xiu looked at him deeply and said, "I thought that Junior Brother Jiang, who spends money recklessly, would like Emperor Sui very much."

Jiang Chu shook his head: "The past is the past. The me now is not the me I used to be."

Jiang Chu looked at the golden tree, and his eyes seemed to travel through a thousand years. He saw the scene of hungry craftsmen being whipped to work hard.

The person in front fell down, and the person behind took over.

It gradually grew to this scale.

“There was a great man who wanted to overthrow the bourgeoisie so that everyone could have a share.”

“He succeeded, but after he died, the country was still taken over by capital.”

"The sad thing is that as long as people live, desire will not die, and capital is like leeks, one crop after another."

"It cannot be cut off, it cannot be killed, it cannot be eradicated."

"The people at the bottom of society are the ones who suffer the most and are the most tired. Yet they are still being PUAed to say they are not working hard enough."

Although Li Xiu didn't understand what he meant by capital, he could roughly understand what he meant.

For a moment, I couldn't see through Jiang Chu.

Is this something that Jiang Chu, who spent money lavishly and indulged in wine and women, would say?

Which one is the real Jiang Chu?

"Junior Brother Jiang, you are obsessed."

"The reason why mortals are mortals is because they have seven emotions and six desires. The seven emotions and six desires are endless. What you are talking about is always changing."

"In the course of tens of thousands of years of history, mortals have repeatedly destroyed, rebuilt, and destroyed themselves in their desires."

"Even after tens of thousands of years, it will still be the same."

"If a mortal can wake up from his lust, he is no longer a mortal."

Jiang Chu shrugged: "That's true, but every time I see these, I always feel depressed and can't feel relieved unless I speak out."

"This should be the bottom floor of the pagoda. Why don't I see the white-robed messenger and your two friends?" Li Xiu looked around.

No other figures were seen.

Jiang Chu looked around but didn't see anything.

Both of them wondered if the big snake had led them the wrong way.

The hibiscus tree, which originally emitted a faint light in the dark night, suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light from bottom to top.

The light came from the bottom up, and golden lotuses floated all around.

Li Xiu stood in front of Jiang Chu, and the Kongtong Qin half appeared in the air.

Jiang Chu’s puppet tree was also directly sacrificed.

Enveloping Li Xiu.

The two of them kept their eyes fixed forward.

"Buzzing—"

The red coffin began to make vibrating sounds.

It seemed as if the red coffin was about to explode in the next second.