Volume 1 In 2007, Grandma gave me the Golden Silkworm Gu Chapter 21 The Golden Snake and Python
When I saw those electric eyes, my heart skipped a beat, and then I reacted immediately.
python!
Wu Gang told us that the people of the Keyang tribe are not just pure little sheep. In order to survive in the mountains, in order to protect their own safety, in addition to having guns, the elders of their tribe can also train snakes and transform these terrifying long insects.
As its own weapon. As the only temple in the mountain village, it leads the belief of the entire tribe. Master Shanzang in this temple is naturally a master in this way. It is not surprising that there are snakes here.
Just looking at a flat ground, why did it suddenly fall?
The snake was stabbed in the head by Zamao Xiaodao, and it shrank back, its head trembling slightly, but it did not attack again immediately, but swam away into the darkness.
In the darkness, I discovered that the pit was actually not big, only a few square meters, and Zamao Xiaodao and I fell together bizarrely. I stood up, stretched out my hands, and was still more than one meter away from the ground. I was about to speak.
, another gust of wind blew in my face in the darkness, and the python that had just wandered around jumped over again, and immediately wrapped around my body. I stretched out my hand to pull it, and I felt that the snake's head was about to open its mouth, and its mouth was opened at a huge 120°.
, a gust of fishy wind blew towards my face.
I am not a friendly person, so I avoided the bite with both hands, and then I strangled the python's neck to prevent it from biting me. The snake's skin was smooth and had mucus on its body, and it struggled hard with my hands.
But hold on firmly and wrestle hard.
This python is five meters long. Under the moonlight, you can see the yellow and white lines on its body, and it seems to be an extremely rare golden python.
The golden python is an albino mutant of the Burmese python. I have heard before that it has a docile temperament and is generally non-aggressive. Many families keep it as a pet. However, this one in me is obviously not the type of good gentleman.
I saw it wrapped around my body, swimming constantly, and my skin was as tight as a puff of air. My whole body was feeling this omnipresent pressure, and I was being strangled.
Can I sit still and wait for death? Of course not!
As Zamao Xiaodao stabbed seven inches into the snake with his sword, I also called out my Master Golden Silkworm Gu and slipped in along the python's mouth.
Three seconds later, when my body reached the critical point where it could no longer bear the pressure, the tight pressure suddenly relaxed.
This piece of meat, which was as hard as steel just now, has now turned into noodles in the water.
soft.
As soon as the fat bug came out, all the problems were solved immediately. I took out the machete given by the driver from my backpack and was about to kill this rare golden python, but there was a voice above my head. We didn't understand it at first, and then
An old, bald man appeared at the entrance of the pit. Not knowing foreign languages is really depressing... But the owner of the bald man immediately discovered the problem and asked a question in English. Zamao Xiaodao quickly answered and said "Chinese"
The old monk was silent for a moment, and then asked us in Chinese with a Yunnan accent: "Who are you, and why are you here?"
Seeing the knife in my hand raised high again, he hurriedly shouted: "Be merciful..."
I looked at him doubtfully, and he frowned and said, "I raised this golden python here." I raised my head and looked at this old monk. I guess he must be Master Shanzang that Ruoga mentioned.
This is an old man of Southeast Asian race. He looks very ordinary. His face is full of wrinkles. He just has a big mole on his left brow with a tuft of white hair on it. It is particularly scary when he moves. I don’t think he is easy to deal with.
My dear, the weirdness on the ground and the sudden appearance of the deep pit must be caused by this old guy. Since he values the golden python so much, I won’t expose it and let him let us go up there.
He agreed, and after a while, he threw down a rattan rope.
I let the Zamao trail go up first, and then, regardless of the golden python on the ground and the golden silkworm Gu in its belly, I climbed up along the rattan rope. After three attempts, I finally got out of the deep pit.
Under the moonlight, in front of the pagoda, there is a skinny old monk wearing a worn-out cassock.
Speaking of which, I saw all kinds of monks and monks here in Myanmar. Almost all of them were of the "skinny monk" type, so when I mentioned them, I always said "skinny monk" or "skinny monk."
, this is very different from those fat-headed, over-nourished Buddhas often seen in China. They are not commercialized, eat hard, simply and persistently believe in their beliefs, and dedicate themselves to the Buddha.
Instead of desires, they are a ray of tranquility in this noisy world.
However, if he is more than just a monk in a temple, then it is a different story.
He stared at me and said, "My little python, was it poisoned by you?"
I raised my eyebrows and found the tiger cat hanging on the treetop, far away from the low pagoda, as if he was worried. I smiled and told Master Shanzang that you do know about Gu Jiang? He clicked.
He nodded and said let the little python go, and you can leave on your own. Before I said anything, Zamao Xiaodao intervened and said, "It's okay to let the golden python go, and we can leave, but we came here to find a man named
Yao Yuan is Chinese, we have something very important to look for, and we won’t leave until we see him."
Master Shanzang asked Zamao Xiaodao: "Why are you looking for Yao Yuan?"
Zamao Xiaodao said that this person took something, but we need this thing to save our lives. It is extremely urgent and there is no need to delay... The two of them said this, but I looked carefully at this small temple. The entire temple consists of a pagoda and
It consists of several small living rooms and several walls. Except for the pagoda itself, the other buildings are all made of mud and rammed earth. They have existed for a long time, so they look particularly dilapidated. The pagoda is three stories high.
, a masonry structure, with a window on the second floor, enshrining a Bodhisattva with all four hands. At night, an oil lamp was lit, and golden light came from it. It was not a golden body, but gold powder.
Except for Master Shanzang, we didn't see anyone else in the entire temple.
Including Yao Yuan.
Master Shanzang listened quietly to the description of the Zamao Trail, then shook his head resolutely and said, "You can take Yao Yuan away, but as for the things he has on hand, no. That thing is not what you are looking for. Leave.
, don’t appear again, otherwise, the guardian spirit of the Kayan tribe will wake up and lead you all into the endless abyss, where you will be washed by the evil wind forever..."
Zamao Xiaodao sneered and said that we have come all the way here, and we can't just let you dismiss us with a word. At least, you still have to give us a look. Otherwise, how can we go back?
Master Shanzang looked sad, thought for a while, asked us to wait, and then turned back to the pagoda.
The tiger cat flew from the branch outside the temple, and his voice became very low: "This place is very evil. I saw the dragon's energy, which is extraordinary. And this old coffin is also a powerful character. You will be tens of thousands of people in a while."
Don't conflict with him, or you won't be able to escape." After it said that, it left, leaving Zamao Xiaodao and I confused, looking at each other.
This old monk is so powerful that even Lord Tiger Cat said this?
What is the spirit of dragon? Isn't this a legend? Is it really true? Moreover, at the mention of dragon, Zamao Xiaodao frowned and looked around the empty temple silently. There was darkness there.
Like rolling fog clouds.
I turned sideways and saw the five-meter-long golden python still lying limply in the deep pit.
At this time, the light on the second floor of the low pagoda suddenly shone brightly, like a small sun, shining brightly. The light bloomed in an instant, and then disappeared like an epiphyllum. Then, there was a loud copper bell.
After ringing, the sound of the bell spread in all directions, echoed in the valley, and then returned to the temple compound halfway up the mountain, making my ears feel hot.
A strange rhythmic sound seemed to come from beneath the ground, which was indescribably strange.
Is it a Buddhist scripture? No! It’s a folk tune that Mo Dan sang to us when we were resting at Du Ruojia’s house in the evening. When the little girl hummed this tune, it was full of childlike interest, like flowers blooming. But when she listened to it now, it felt dark.
At night, venomous snakes lurked and crawled in the grass, silently spitting out messages to explore the way, and inexplicable fear spread in the air.
Almost as soon as the bell rang, Zamao Xiaodao ignored everything else and rushed towards the pagoda. I followed closely behind and rushed up in a few steps.
A three-meter-wide ditch suddenly appeared in front of us. The ditch was more than two meters deep, with black sharpened bamboo nails crisscrossing it. Once I picked up my speed, I couldn't stop, so I jumped.
After crossing the ditch, I rushed to the steps of the pagoda. There seemed to be a call from the hairy path behind me. Before I had time to look back, I kicked open the carved hollow door.
On the first floor of the pagoda, there is nothing but a blackened iron tripod and the lingering smoke.
When people left the building, the mountain wind blew in and rolled up the black and yellow curtains.
I raised my head and looked at the Buddhist hall on the second floor.
Enshrined there is a gilt Buddha statue with four arms and an everlasting lamp that never goes out. Perhaps there are also hidden Master Shanzang and an old man with a goatee who was only seen at the Yangon Jade Trade Fair and never seen again.
Yao Yuan.
I held the mountain machete in my hand and looked around, and finally found a wooden staircase. This staircase was connected to the spiral staircase. I shouted to be brave, and rushed up. The light gradually opened, and the figure appeared. When I
When I arrived on the second floor, I saw a man with a bare back, his back turned to me, prostrated on the ground, kneeling towards the Buddha statue, and turned a deaf ear to what was going on here.
Judging from the figure of this person, he is Yao Yuan.
I was about to rush forward when a burst of red clouds sprayed towards me with a terrifying aura. I couldn't avoid it. I could only lower my head and cover my eyes. I felt numb all over. Master Shanzang's hoarse voice rang in my ears: "Suffer."
Die, you blasphemers."
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