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This is a closed underground chamber, with faint traces of faded murals on the four walls. In the center of the floor stands a half-meter high statue of a figure in a belted pose lying supine upon a lotus throne.,His gray robes were tattered and his face was gaunt, making it impossible to tell his age.,Soon, Ou Yang Rong climbed up halfway with rainwater on his head. At this time, he could reach out and touch the rock at the well mouth, and suddenly a familiar sandalwood scent wafted into his nose.。

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