5 Invisible Crisis Youlian walked out, her gray robe dragging on the ground. She was so thin and shriveled that she really looked like she was made of paper. Her hair seemed to be gray too, hanging short on the back of her neck.
I swallowed, she felt so much like a giant bat to me that it almost gave me a strange hallucination, as if I was facing a huge prehistoric creature in an unknown tomb.
"Wind, you should know that in ancient Egyptian legends, there is a phantom demon hidden in every pyramid. They are slaves who are always loyal to the Pharaoh."
I nodded. I was already familiar with the information about the Phantom Demon.
Scalpel retracted his hand in his trouser pocket with relief, wiped the sweat from his palms on his clothes, and interjected: "Elder, you said that after the pyramid is destroyed naturally or is opened artificially, the phantom demon will be released.
, killing the greedy ones who coveted the tomb of the Pharaoh. So, what happened after the killing? Where did these phantom demons go?"
As he spoke, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves and laughed softly.
The whereabouts of the phantom demons have been interpreted in various ways by historians and theologians. Some say that they will merge into the water vapor clouds and eventually disappear; some say that the phantom demons will hide in the world and cling to rocks, trees, etc.
Waiting in the dark corners, they will come out to harm people at any time; some also say that they will be automatically taken back by the immortal Pharaoh and become loyal servants again...
These are all fabricated and ignorant stories, just for idlers to talk about after dinner. No wonder the scalpel laughs.
"They all went to the sea, just like every river on land will eventually merge into the sea, so do they."
Sahan looked serious and pointed at the Nile River with both hands on the sand table, pointing straight forward. I suddenly discovered that what was demonstrated in this sand table was not just Egypt and the surrounding African countries. Its content covered a vast area, and it turned out to be a
The appearance of a tiled globe is the content of the world map we see every day.
He pointed his finger towards a depression that represented the ocean, and continued seriously: "There! They are all there! No one can see it, but I know that they are all there, all there. Seventy-four
More than nineteen thousand phantom demons are all there, and the name of the place is..."
Scalpel and I screamed "ah" at the same time. He stomped hard on the ground, and I slapped my palm on the edge of the sand table, causing the sand grains to fly around. Only in this way can we vent our hearts.
Huge horror, because the name of the place Sahan mentioned is very long. Briefly speaking of its code name, I believe that 80% of the people on the earth have heard of it - Devil's Triangle.
Yes, it’s the world-famous “Mysterious Triangle of Death at Sea.”
I took a long breath, and at the same time I heard the crackling sound of the scalpel pinching my finger bones.
"Elder...are you kidding?" I tried my best to make my tone lighter. If these words came from other people's mouths, I would just think they were joking and never take them seriously. However,
, every word spoken by Elder Sahan is worth listening to and thinking about with my heart.
The rumors about the Devil's Triangle are enough to fill ten thousand thick logbooks, so I don't want to go into details one by one.
Scalpel asked another more important question: "Elder, there are more than 749,000 of them? Where can there be so many? All the pyramids on the earth add up to only that many - more than 740,000.
Absolutely impossible! Absolutely impossible!" He stamped his feet on the ground a few more times, as if to strengthen his confidence when he said these words.
Indeed, even if we include all the Mayan pyramids on the earth, the underwater pyramids, and the Mexican pyramids, and even add in the ancient buildings similar to the pyramids, they are all gathered together, and there are less than 10,000. Where did the 740,000 come from?
More than nine thousand?
Sahan sneered, with a strange look on his face, as if he was laughing at our ignorance.
I looked at each other with the scalpel, but I still felt that Sahan's words were completely groundless and pretentious.
"Feng, there is a saying in Chinese Buddhist scriptures, 'One grain of sand is one world, one flower is one Buddha's kingdom', right?"
I nodded silently, that was one of the great master's verses that Chinese Buddhists often recite, but what did that mean?
"So, what about the 'number of sands in the Ganges' that Indians love to use when citing scriptures? Don't you understand? In the course of tens of thousands and hundreds of millions of years of history, how many majestic buildings and cultural sites have been weathered and eroded.
Turned into ashes and carried by the wind? Those are the human history that the ancient Indians used to describe as "the number of sands in the Ganges"..."
When Sahan said this, I suddenly realized - "The Egyptian pyramids we see now are not the only ones that have existed since ancient times! Before humans had historical records, or even before humans appeared on the earth, how could we know
Wouldn’t there have been tens of thousands or hundreds of millions of pyramids already? If the earth’s time is pushed forward infinitely, then the number of pyramids can be estimated to be countless?”
In this sense, the number of phantom demons does not need to be carefully checked at all. It can be any number from zero to one hundred million, or even to any number after one hundred million.
"Is this...really?" I also grabbed two handfuls of sand and let the khaki sand grains slowly flow down from my fingers.
Sahan coughed lightly, recited another awkward Egyptian scripture, then solemnly pointed to the sand table and said word for word: "Actually, in the ancient Egyptian scriptures, there is no desert.
At that time, this area of the earth was covered with lush green trees and long rivers, and there was also an endless ocean, the size of which was not inferior to any of the four oceans."
"Haha, haha!" Scalpel laughed twice and wiped it hard on his face: "There are tens of thousands of Egyptian legends. According to Elder Sahan's explanation, I'm afraid everything will become traceable.
Has it become a reality?" His face was a little pale, and he had been sweating coldly just now, so after a light wipe, his face became covered with layers of stains.
Elder Sahan ignored his cynicism and waved his arms: "Wind, think about your name! How is wind formed? Everyone knows that physicists say that 'air flow forms wind'. By the way, it's because of the movement of air
Flow creates wind - but why don't we ask again, why does air flow?"
I was at a loss: "Why does the air flow?" The description of wind in the concept of physics is relatively vague. According to the explanation of the concept, it is because of the regional contrast between the high pressure zone and the low pressure zone that the wind is formed. Then break it down.
Casserole asked further, why are there high pressure zones and low pressure zones?
No one can answer such circular questions clearly. Even if Einstein was dragged out of his ancient tomb and given the world's most powerful Deep Blue computer unit as a query tool, he might not be able to answer it.
This series of seemingly simple questions.
I looked at Sahan, and he smiled calmly: "It is the movement of the phantom demons that forms the wind. It is they that make the land breeze flow from the land to the ocean, and let the sea breeze flow from the ocean back to the land. Sometimes, the phantom demons interact with each other.
The battles, annexation, and aggregation of the seas formed unimaginable storms, tsunamis, and submarine earthquakes on the sea..."
"Haha!" This time, Scalpel's dry laughter was not so loud. In front of Elder Sahan, an Egyptian wizard who is more than a hundred years old, the two of us looked as ignorant as babies.
There seemed to be some kind of sound in the corridor outside. Elder Sahan turned his head and looked at the star that was still flashing rapidly in the southeast corner of the roof. He punched his chest hard and made a "boo" sound.
echo.
"What is that...which star is that?" My astronomy and astrology are not very sophisticated, and I couldn't tell the angle and direction of the star for a while.
Scalpel smiled calmly: "That's not a star, or in other words, there's no star on the astronomical map. Elder, what do you think?" He tried to save some face. Among the earth's tomb robbers, he is the leading figure.
, there must be some emphasis on name and face.
Elder Sahan said to me quickly: "Jingsunara, Jingsunara - wind, remember this name, remember it, remember it forever!"
Several "ding-ding" sounds of scimitars cutting against the stone wall suddenly sounded, and then Youlian appeared at the entrance of the corridor dragging her gray robe. The scimitars on her wrists flashed brightly, and she waved them rapidly in the air. The Egyptian sword.
The moves are similar to those of Western swordsmanship, with many practical movements of cutting, slashing, and stabbing, without any of the gorgeous performance elements of Chinese swordsmanship.
In four seconds, You Lian made at least forty attacks, with an average of more than ten cuts per second. The entire stone room was filled with the sound of the two scimitars chopping the air. Yes, the scimitars struck.
There was only air, and she seemed to be fighting a dangerous battle with the air, because the corridor was now brightly lit, and there were really no enemies worth fighting.
"Elder, what is she doing?" Scalpel asked in surprise, his hands flying into his pockets at the same time. At this moment, Youlian's speed of taking out the knife had exceeded the frequency of firearm firing, so even if Scalpel wanted to help her, he couldn't help her at all.
After Sahan finished speaking those words in a hurry, he kept staring blankly at the star without speaking or moving at all.
Suddenly, the star went out and stopped flashing wildly. It was as calm as an ordinary pebble in a shallow stream. And Youlian's knife also stopped moving, and slowly turned around at the entrance of the corridor, facing Sahan.
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This series of changes came and went quickly, and calmness returned in the blink of an eye. The only difference was that Elder Sahan was as silent as a statue carved from a huge stone.
Youlian moved forward step by step, her arms drooping, and the blade on the scimitar shone coldly under the lamp. Her eyes were full of fierce and murderous intent. It was the first time I discovered that people with gray eyes once
The fierce look in her eyes was ten times more treacherous than that of a normal person. At the very least, as soon as I came into contact with her eyes, a layer of fine goosebumps jumped up all over my body. From my throat to my stomach, I felt extremely uncomfortable.