2. More and more weird thoughts about reincarnation and resurrection kept lingering in my mind. Suddenly, a "click" sounded in my ears, as if the copper strings of a clock were ringing.
In a daze, I felt as if I was in the living room on the second floor of Xunfu Garden. What I heard was the sound of the clock held by the bronze warrior. As far as I know, there are no clocks in the "Marrow Washing Hall"
, at least I didn’t find it.
"Click, click" came two more times, obviously coming from the tree house.
The monks had just cleaned the tree house, put the burned remains of Bu Menlu into the black porcelain urn, and prepared to bury them on another day. Except for the two old trees, the house was already empty. How could there be a clock?
movement?
I sat up straight and lifted the quilt. Tengjia's breathing was still rough and heavy. The night outside the door was the darkest time before dawn. Everything was silent, without a trace of human voice. Across the north wall, I looked again
Once I heard a "clucking" sound, as if the hands of the clock were trapped, and they were trying hard to break free from the shackles.
I quickly stood up, walked to the north wall, clasped my hands on the handle, and waited until the sound came again, then pushed the wall to the left with a loud bang. A faint smell of blood floated in the tree house, which was the sound of being raped.
The elephant monk I shot away was seriously injured and left traces of blood vomiting.
The room was dark and I couldn't see anything, but I followed my feeling and walked towards the tree hole where Bu Menlu was meditating, because the sound came from that direction.
After Bumen died and set himself on fire, nothing was left except his bones. Nothing like "Buddha relics" appeared as the monks in the courtyard expected. The tree hole had been cleaned, but it was a pity that the space was so small.
I’m afraid that no one will be able to meditate and practice there in the future.
I stood in front of the tree and put my hand on the tree. As another sound sounded, I felt a slight vibration in the palm of my hand. The clock that made the sound was inside the tree. After thinking for a while, I took it out.
Armed with a flashlight and a tactical knife in his sleeve, he was ready to dig into the tree to see what was hidden inside.
The old bark exudes a strong woody fragrance, which makes me feel that it is a crime to cut it with a knife. Fortunately, the knife only cut about three centimeters, and then there was a "ding" sound, and it had already touched some kind of metal.
object.
I quickly expanded the results and dug a thirty centimeter square hole in the tree. Under the flashlight, the texture on the trunk looked like the most wonderful abstract painting. I was amazed, but my astonishing discovery was not these, but
It is a bronze clock the size of an adult's hand.
The clock is completely in the shape of a palm, and the five fingers on the top are cast meticulously. Even the details of the skin texture and fingernails are properly expressed. It is definitely a rare and exquisite craft. Its dial should be made of crystal.
Glass, flawless, transparent and sparkling.
The strange thing is that this clock has no hands, and the dial is empty except for the Arabic numerals from one to twelve.
I shook it vigorously a few times. It was very heavy, nearly twenty centimeters thick, and its belly must be full of high-quality scroll copper strings, so even if it was buried deep behind the bark, it could still make a clear scroll plucking sound.
"A clock without hands? Buried in the trunk of an ancient tree? How could cloth door shoes be so boring as to come up with these tricks?"
I turned the clock over and over a dozen times, but found nothing. When I looked inside through the winding hole on the back, I could see various parts emitting a bright yellow copper light.
"Gui Jianchuan and Bu Menlu have been practicing for decades. What did they realize? What does the words 'Destined people open the tomb of gods under the sea' written on the bark of a birch tree mean?" I held it,
Feeling the struggling power contained in it that is eager to get rid of the bondage - a clock without hands, even if it is fully wound and starts running again, what is the use?
Returning to Tengjia's coffin, I lay down again and heard an early rooster outside starting to crow...
When I woke up, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning, and the sun was shining brightly outside the door, making my eyes dazzle.
Lying on the bed, I took out the clock again. Its size was slightly larger than my hand. It felt like a simulated work of art made with highly modern technology. Unfortunately, it was crippled - under its base.
There are actually a few small Chinese characters engraved on it. After careful identification, there are two strange sentences: "Those who travel through eternity travel eternally, just on the axis of time."
I sneered: "I wonder which Japanese master copied this famous sentence from a Chinese philosophy book?"
This kind of nonsense, which seems to be philosophically profound but is completely incomprehensible when studied carefully, is the favorite tone of many young literary people in China. It is similar to the previous "decadent flow" and "nonsense flow" writing groups.
Xiao Lai had been waiting outside the door. When he saw me waking up, he immediately ran in and reported: "Mr. Feng, I just received news from Brother Thirteen. He reported the disappearance of Miss Guan to the tycoon through an international phone call. It turned out that the tycoon was on the phone at that time.
He will become furious and will rush to Fengqiao Temple as soon as possible."
I secretly laughed at Wang Jiangnan's stupidity. When there was no result in the case of Guan Baoling's disappearance, he rashly pointed the matter to the tycoon. It was just a joke. I wonder how the people of the Sharpshooter Club would pay for this matter in the end and offended the tycoon.
Even Sun Long's life may not be easy.
"I understand." Master Shenbi will definitely help with the search for Guan Baoling. Don't worry about this. As long as she is still within the influence of Fengkou Temple, she will definitely be found. Even if something strange happens,
If it cannot be decided by human power, let alone a tycoon, even the president of the United States will not be able to do anything about it.
I leaned over and stared at Tengjia. She remained motionless in the same sleeping position as last night, her breathing was steady and her expression was dull.
Xiao Lai sighed and was about to exit, but Master Shenbi had already walked in quickly: "Mr. Feng, Mr. Feng, can Princess Tengjia wake up today? From Tokyo... there is a very important call coming from Tokyo, asking about the princess.
news..."
There are still many things I don't understand about Tengka's identity. I will carefully consult Master Shenbi when I have the opportunity in the future.
I nodded: "I'll do my best, but I can't guarantee anything. Master Shenbi, my friend Miss Guan Baoling disappeared in the temple yesterday. I believe you also know. Please find some capable monks to accompany me again."
Search it thoroughly, it’s a very important matter, if it’s not handled well, Fengqiao Temple will not be able to live in peace starting from today.”
Yesterday, Wang Jiangnan and Hawke led people to mess around for half an afternoon. It is impossible that Master Shenbi didn't know about it.
He sighed helplessly: "Mr. Feng, I searched several times yesterday and found no whereabouts. Since you gave the order, we will try our best to find him. I will allocate a hundred young monks to come out and go all out to find this person."
Miss. Alas, I'm afraid the result will still disappoint you..."
I even believe that Guan Baoling's disappearance was due to "inhuman" power. She came to Fengge Temple several times. If someone wanted to plot against her, they would have done it long ago. There is no need to wait until now.
After Xiao Lai and Master Shenbi left, I held Tengjia's right hand and carefully examined her wrist veins. Her hands were very cold, her skin was tender and smooth, and her veins were beating fast and slow, strong and weak.
"Miss Toga, wake up...can't the power of the Resurrection Sand wake up your soul?" I put my left palm on the palm of her right hand, trying to activate the internal force and instill it into her body.
.
Intuitively, she is like a solid piece of ice. I need to use my inner strength to condense the heat flow and melt the ice layer bit by bit.
Fortunately, Bu Men Lu gave me the internal strength free of charge. Otherwise, if I continued to exert power, I would have run out of energy and died of exhaustion.
The shouts of the monks calling for formation and assigning tasks came from outside. It was really a large group of people taking action at the same time. Now that my identity is different, every word I say will be taken seriously by Master Shenbi. I have conquered it unintentionally.
Such a large group of power is really... What a joy to come - "Maybe I really am a destined person?"
With a "click" sound, the strange clock thrown next to the pillow rang again, and this time it kept ringing, as if it had no intention of stopping for a while.
Tengjia's fingers suddenly moved and clasped my five fingers with surprising strength.
"Tengjia...Tengjia..." I called her name loudly, and I felt that her entire right arm was as stiff as a wooden stick, but the strength on her fingers was like a steel hook, gripping endlessly.
My hand. Power naturally emerged from my body and was quickly transferred to my left palm to compete with her.
"Wake up... wake up..." I kept repeating this sentence in my mouth and in my heart, hoping that a miracle would happen this time.
"Heh...heh..." Tengjia suddenly cried out, mixed with the "clack" of the clock, and her head began to swing back and forth violently.
I took a long breath, quickly stretched out my right index finger, "Puff, Puff" several times, and tapped several acupuncture points on her head, neck, and upper body to prevent her from biting her tongue due to unconscious movements while she was unconscious.
Her eyes opened suddenly, shining brightly, and she released her right palm at the same time.
Although my acupuncture skills were not very good, at least the four acupuncture points on her upper body that I had just hit should have caused her to temporarily lose her ability to move above the waist. Unexpectedly, it didn't work at all, and her arms could still move.
Free activities.
"Finally...I'm finally back..."
"Mr. Feng, thank you for everything you have done for me." Her tone was still extremely arrogant, as if the coma in the past few months was just a second of connection and pause.
On the contrary, I, under the extreme shock, my consciousness suddenly became blurred. Before, the Japanese had made every effort within their power, but they could not wake her up, which has become a huge medical problem, and I
What did he do? He resurrected her easily - was it the power of the Resurrection Sand? Or was it Bumenlu's 'yin and yang power', or was this strange clock playing some mysterious role?
I took a few steps back, surprised and surprised at the same time: "Are you sure...Miss Tengjia, are you sure you are normal?"
She let out an extremely cute laugh: "Of course, but you'd better avoid it for a while. I need to tidy up my clothes..." At this point, two rosy clouds suddenly appeared on her cheeks.
I exited the door awkwardly and carefully closed the door.
When Toka wakes up, many questions can be answered immediately, such as her mysterious disappearance, the death of Yano Kamishiba, the secrets in the scriptures...
I walked back and forth in front of the door, my mind filled with extremely excited questions, and Tengjia after waking up was the key to unlocking all the questions.
Xiao Kereng's call came at this time: "Mr. Feng, the tycoon is coming, um... things are a bit bad. Brother Thirteen, Mr. Hawke, Master Zhang and others will go to Fengcut Temple soon, and they have already
Immediately informed Mr. Sun Long..."
The great joy of awakening Tengjia filled my whole body, so I didn’t feel too headache when the tycoon launched an attack. Instead, I shouted excitedly into the microphone: "Xiao Xiao, Tengjia is awake! Tengjia is awake, you know
Is that so? She has completely woken up, and soon I will understand the secrets in the "Biluo Huangquan Sutra"..."
I screamed for half a minute before I suddenly understood that it was Xiao Kereng on the other side of the phone, not Su Lun. Xiao Kereng didn't understand anything about what he had experienced in the Egyptian desert. Only Su Lun could have a relationship with him.
Deep resonance. Xiao Kereng is still an outsider, and compared to my relationship with Su Lun, it is completely different.
"I know." Xiao Kereng was indeed not very enthusiastic, and his tone was flat and depressed.
I was speechless. After all, compared with Tengjia's awakening and Guan Baoling's disappearance, the latter gave Shen Qianhui a headache even more.
The sliding door behind her gently clicked, and Tengjia changed into a gray monk's robe, with a white cloth belt tightly tied around her waist. It seemed that she could hold her waist with one hand. It was definitely the "slender belt" used by the ancients.
A classical beauty who is described as "a grip on the waist". She wears a pair of white wooden clogs under her feet, her feet are bare, and the skin on her insteps is like snow...
Although I was still on the phone with Xiao Kereng, my eyes had long been attracted by the radiant Tengjia.
"Xiao Xiao, I have mobilized the monks in the temple to dig deep into the ground to find it. This time, I suspect..."
Xiao Kereng quickly interrupted me and his tone became very impatient: "No, no, Mr. Feng, do you still believe the nonsense she said last time? I told Brother Thirteen and others about it, but no one believed it!
No one believed it! There was no reasonable explanation for the ring thing. Therefore, Mr. Hawke suspected that Miss Guan was just a bait deliberately released by someone to sow discord between the tycoon and the Gunslingers Association. Once the tycoon and the Gunslingers Association
If the Yamaguchi-gumi team up, the power of the Gunslingers Association in Japan will suffer a major blow..."
I can't listen anymore. All the thoughts of Wang Jiangnan and Hawke are based on political struggle, underworld struggle, and territorial struggle. No one puts himself in Guan Baoling's shoes.
"Don't attribute all emergencies to the battle between the Yamaguchi-gumi and the Sharpshooter Club. Xiao Xiao, you are not entirely a member of the Sharpshooter Club. Why do you insist on tying yourself to them? I came to Hokkaido for
I have no interest in pursuing other matters, and I have no interest in the fight between the two underworld forces, and I will never be fooled by any 'honey trap'. As for the ring, I can tell you seriously, this one is simply Reese's
The one on the card's hand, I will find her right away and ask her to prove it to you. Goodbye--"
I pressed the button hard to retract the line, feeling extremely disappointed with Xiao Kereng.
If I like to be involved in the life of gangster killings, I could have easily joined any gangster organization around the world as early as three years ago. Why wait until now to dedicate myself to the Sharpshooter Club? Xiao Keleng is really confused, and he always puts his life on the line.
I really thought I was a member of the Gunslingers Club.
It is easy to enter the underworld world, but if you want to withdraw, you have to peel off at least three layers of skin. In the end, you will be dying. Even if you have half a life left, you may not be able to completely break off the past grudges. Over the past hundreds of years, how many delusions have passed through the "golden basin"
The Jianghu people who washed their identities with this basin of water still died under the sword and assassination of their enemies in the end?
After watching too many bloody vendettas in the world, I was so disgusted with the underworld that I couldn't hide from it. How could I get angry and burn myself?
For a moment, I missed Su Lun very much. Her ability to adapt to situations was very similar to mine, and Xiao Kereng couldn't compare with her.
Tengjia swept away a stone bench with her sleeves, sat down slowly, held a red ribbon between her fingers, and gently tied up her long black hair. Months of coma did not make her become demented.
, on the contrary, she looked even more full of energy, and every time her eyes turned, there seemed to be a cold light, making her look even more deserted and aloof than when he first saw her in the desert.
"I'm always awake. However, my 'awakeness' is just that my thoughts are clear, my hearing and smell are normal, but I can't move or speak. It's like being sealed in a big box. So, you don't have to explain everything.
, everything has been experienced by me personally, and I will answer all your questions, but there is one thing that is most urgent right now - someone is missing, just...under the "Tower of the Dead", we must do it next time
Rescue the opponent before the tide arrives, otherwise..."
I didn’t realize that the “person” she was talking about was Guan Baoling, so I immediately blurted out