For some reason, after I entered the temple, the hallucinations seemed to gradually disappear. Although the courtyard I saw was still brightly lit, the corpses no longer came back to life, but their original appearances became clear.

There was a very high threshold at the entrance to the main hall, which blocked part of my view, but through the threshold I could still see a row of little children sitting with their backs to us. Judging from their backs, they looked to be about two or three years old.

As you climb the steps, your view opens up.

The grand hall in front of us can only be described as magnificent and resplendent.

The pillars made of Phoebe zhennan wood and the floor tiles made of white marble exude an air of nobility.

Besides a row of small babies at the entrance, there were also many frozen female corpses on both sides.

These female corpses were all naked, their bodies twisted into various bizarre shapes, and they were all beautiful, even by today's standards of beauty.

No matter how beautiful these women are, they're not capable of arousing any of our desires. The monkey looked at us with disgust: "What's going on here? Is this some kind of erotic picture?"

Old Song's face was serious as he pointed ahead: "The problem lies here! Look over there!"

I looked in the direction that Old Song was pointing.

At the far end of the main hall, there are more than ten large vats, and behind the vats are three life-size statues.

These three statues are exactly the same as the tomb guardian statues I saw outside the tomb; they are the three main deities of Brahmanism.

Behind the three corpses was a high platform with a pure gold lotus seat on top.

On the lotus platform sat an elderly man with a white beard, wearing a crown, a kasaya, and adorned with precious jewels.

Because of the consistently low temperatures in this area, his body was well-preserved, though somewhat dehydrated, and his appearance was still discernible.

Upon seeing the corpse on the lotus platform, Song Laosan became agitated: "Found him! This person is none other than Naropasam!"

The evil monk had previously set up a false tomb to mislead us, so I remained cautious: "Are you sure?"

"You don't understand the culture of ancient India, so you can't see what's different about this place! The Tantric sect of ancient India has always liked to keep concubines, recruiting young and beautiful women into temples for the monks' pleasure. The women in the main hall are his playthings! As for those children, they are his sacrificial substitutes!"

Old Song stated emphatically, "Brahmanism believes that after death, the soul can be reborn into another body. If a person believes in gods and follows the Vedas, they can be reborn into the 'God Realm' (the realm of gods); next, they can be reborn into the 'Ancestor Realm' (the realm of humans), becoming a Brahmin, Kshatriya, Vaishya, etc.; as for those who do not believe in gods and violate their caste obligations, they are reborn into the 'Beast Realm,' that is, hell, and will be reborn as a Chandala (one of the Indian castes, the lowest untouchable class) or as animals and plants. These little children were placed here by the evil monk for him to choose from when he is reborn!"

The monkey cursed, "They curse others to become animals just because they don't believe in their religion. What kind of bullshit Buddhism is that?"

My focus had shifted to something else: "According to you, this is actually the main burial chamber of the Demon Monk's Tomb. However, due to his beliefs, he didn't put his body in a coffin but chose to sit on a lotus platform to pass away... So his real purpose was to create his own Buddhist kingdom, making this his paradise after death! The reason he placed the positions of the three main gods under his feet was because he wanted to become a god in this paradise and enjoy the glory and wealth he had in life forever!"

"That's right. India is a country with a very high rate of religious belief, especially in ancient India, where their fervor for religion reached an appalling level, as evidenced by the caste system that has been passed down for thousands of years."

Song Laosan pointed at the corpse on the lotus platform: "I am 100% certain that this person is Nara-ra-sa-po-mei. In that ignorant era, he might have been able to resist the temptation of becoming a monarch, but he could never resist the temptation of becoming a god. And those followers outside who voluntarily committed suicide must have had the same idea. In other words, the Blissful Floating Pagoda is not a tomb at all, but a divine realm that he built for himself!"

"You've been talking for so long, but you haven't gotten to the point!" The monkey waved his flashlight around the empty hall, finally fixing it on Naropa: "We've seen nothing but corpses everywhere we go, nothing worthwhile as burial goods. I think the lotus flower under his buttocks looks golden. If we can't find anything else, Lord Marquis, I must pry off a piece of gold and take it with me!"

According to Song Laosan's description, this hall was built with huge stones, which is different from what I saw. If I want to find the "Immortal Scripture", I can only go forward to take a look. I whispered, "Go over and take a look. You two watch your step and don't trigger any traps!"

Although Song Laosan is a descendant of the Four Gates, the Song family is not known for its tomb raiding, so he doesn't know much about traps and mechanisms. He can only tell me what he sees, and I will make a judgment based on what I see.

Strangely, ever since we found the tomb of the demonic monk, we have encountered countless bizarre events and anti-theft traps. However, after arriving at this main hall, there were no traps or mechanisms inside, allowing us to smoothly walk to the row of large vats.

As I got closer, I realized that these so-called large vats were actually all earthenware jars with lids on top, and a layer of frost had formed on their surfaces.

The three statues behind them were not made of stone, but were pieced together using human corpses, which looked disgusting.

Old Song tapped the earthenware jar with his hand, heard a crisp sound, and asked me, "Xiao Duan, what do you think is in this jar?"

“In some ancient tombs, there is a custom of placing burial objects in jars. Judging from the style of these pottery jars, they should have been transported from the Tang Dynasty.”

I gestured to Song Laosan: "Give me the knife, you two step back."

I took the knife from Song Laosan, inserted it into the gap between the jar opening and the lid, gently rotated it once to make sure there was nothing on the edge, leaned back, held my breath, and moved the lid horizontally.

This is to prevent the presence of mechanisms inside that spray venom under pressure, or ropes attached to the lid that could trigger a mechanism.

I moved the lid open by about five centimeters, and there was nothing unusual inside. I sniffed the air and didn't smell anything strange, so I leaned forward and peeked inside.

Dazzling with golden light!

Inside the jar were piles of jewelry, jade artifacts, and gold and silver utensils. To hold more, the gold bowls and similar items were nested inside smaller ones, like matryoshka dolls. They were all well-preserved and looked brand new.

Worried that I might be in danger, the monkey came over to my side. He shone his flashlight on the burial goods in the jar, then on the remaining jars, and his voice trembled as he exclaimed, "We're rich! We're fucking rich now!"