21 The Biluo Huangquan Sutra will indeed be helpful to me, but when I think of Gu Ye’s arrogant face, I can’t help but feel nauseous.
Since he regards this set of scriptures as a treasure, he will certainly not lend them to others casually. If I went to ask him, I would probably lose face but not get the scriptures, so I had better give up for the time being.
I slept so tired all night, and the jade coffin under the ancient well kept shaking in front of my eyes. I dreamed several times that Tengjia suddenly sat up from the jade coffin, turned into a black mummy with teeth and claws, and jumped on my shoulder, biting it vigorously.
My posterior carotid artery - I woke up with a start. The sun was shining brightly outside the tent, and it was another beautiful sunny day.
Reporting on the situation is usually done by Su Lun or Tina. I am no longer used to sitting upright in front of certain people and giving work reports.
Su Lun left a note for me on the bedside table: "Brother Feng, at two o'clock in the afternoon, the camp will hold a top-secret meeting." The handwriting was beautiful and smooth, showing Su Lun's good Chinese character skills.
I leaned on the bedside, holding my laptop in my arms, and aimlessly flipping through anecdotes about tomb robbers from around the world that I had collected over the past few years. From the first day I vowed to be the "King of Tomb Robbers", I was very interested.
I began to collect information in this area in a targeted manner. The things in this notebook are only public information exposed to the public eye. As for those top-secret people and deeds, they are all copied in my mind and no one can take them away.
Until now, apart from gold and ancient wells, it can be said that we have not touched the core of the pyramid at all, let alone the sarcophagi and mummies that are present in other pyramids. As the "cemetery of the Pharaohs" in the traditional concept, at least we should be able to find
The traces of mummies are correct. The strange thing is that after searching more than 300 tombs, they were all empty and could not find even a little bit of utensils left by the ancient Egyptians.
There is no way to go to the sky. If you go to the earth, there is only the ancient well whose bottom has been discovered. If you find nothing more, you can only carefully explore those dark expansion joints underground. However, there are so many seams in the ground. It will definitely take time to explore them one by one.
Extremely laborious.
Now, there is a rare quietness in the camp, which I am not used to. I always feel like something big is going to happen, just like the abnormal tranquility before a war.
I pushed aside my sleeping bag and walked out of the tent.
The sky is extremely blue and cloudless, and the cool wind blows from the northwest, which is just enough to cool my mind and allow me to think smoothly.
At this moment, Youlian dragged her gray robe slowly past me, holding the black pottery bowl in both hands, stopping at her chest, and walking towards the west with a dull expression.
"I know a lot of things are related to you! I know you have secrets - no matter what you want to do, I will expose you..." I yelled at her like a prank, but she was deaf and mute anyway, so she couldn't hear anything.
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In the distance, the tiger came out of the tent and strode towards me with a frown on his face.
Youlian stopped and turned to face me in a daze. The sunlight cast a deep shadow on her indifferent face. This was the first time I looked at her so closely, and I suddenly discovered the depths of her eyes.
, there were actually two green flames jumping, like two pieces of extremely green silk dancing at high frequency.
I was startled: "Green? Is it naturally green or is it generated by reflection from external reflective points?"
The green light flashed for a very short time. I was stunned for only half a second, and the green light no longer existed.
Youlian slowly looked up at the blue sky, exposing the skin under her neck, which made me feel funny. Those skins were actually very white and delicate, and they should not grow on people like her.
Looking at Youlian's face and facial features, we can tell that she is a standard Egyptian native. According to common sense, her whole body, from her hair to her toes, except for her white teeth, should be all black or brown, just like her
The same dark face.
I couldn't suppress the snickering in my heart, which was clearly reflected on my face.
Youlian picked up a small handful of sand in the pottery bowl, raised it to the same height as her forehead, slowly let go of her hand, and let the sand scatter with the wind. I can guarantee that it is the most ordinary sand, regardless of color or particle size.
Large and small, they are the most common in the desert.
I stretched out my hands and made a gesture of "Let's talk?". A few years ago in a social shelter in Italy, I learned mute language for half a year, and I could skillfully sign more than 20 simple "sign language" sentences.
Youlian looked at me silently, her facial expression so dull that if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't tell whether she was still breathing.
"Let's talk? I can help you with treatment... hearing aid..." I gestured quickly, hoping to impress her. But she only stayed like a statue for half a minute, and then took heavy and slow steps, dragging
Robe walked west.
I kicked the ground hard in frustration, causing sand to fly.
The tiger had already walked over, with a bright and sunny smile on his face, as if he had regained his former glory.
I suddenly felt like I had hope, because the camp needed an expert like him. As long as he got rid of Tang Xin's strange control, he would definitely be a powerful backup for me.
"Wind, cheer up! Don't embarrass the Chinese -" This is Tiger's classic opening line. Like me, he has always been proud of being Chinese.
I am sure that he has returned to normal, because his slightly dark Chinese face is full of enthusiastic smiles, and his eyes are bright and shining. When he smiles, he reveals two rows of healthy and neat teeth - then
It's Tiger, the top hero in mainland China who travels north of the Yangtze River.
I stretched out my hand and shook it with him, feeling the calluses in his rough palm, and suddenly felt the urge to cry.
"You... finally... woke up..." All the previous slanders and complaints against him were swept away, replaced by only the unforgettable experience of us becoming good friends with sincerity and sincerity.
"Sober? I've never been lost before?" Tiger smiled, raised his hand to touch the bridge of his tall and straight nose, and raised his handsome dark eyebrows that once fascinated thousands of girls.
I tilted my head and stared at his face, really doubting that the disgusting look he had seen in front of Tang Xin was just a nightmare.
"Feng, I know you have a lot of confusion in your heart, such as being cautious, such as why I follow others like a guard dog——"
Ha, the metaphor of "watchdog" he used is really vivid.
We were about to continue talking in depth when Tina had already jumped out of the military vehicle with a group of fully armed soldiers and quickly surrounded them in a fan-like shape towards the mouth of the well. The soldiers were all wearing dazzling silver protective clothing and had pig mouths on their mouths.
The same gas mask, but without exception, everyone carries a huge square spray can on their back.
"Hahahaha... Ridiculous... Absolutely ridiculous..." Tiger touched his nose and laughed.
This is definitely the "chemical disinfection force" arranged by Natura, but I don't see anything ridiculous. Since there are bacteria on the earth, there must be "sterilization" operations. The emergence of this kind of force organization just reflects the
The ability of man to compete with nature.
"It's ridiculous? How could it be ridiculous? Of course you know that Brown Lang is dead, died of-"
Tiger interrupted me, his face full of disdain for the Rainbow Warriors: "What did Bolen Lang die from? From a fatal infection or from acute emphysema? Wind, think about it, which of the current conventional disinfectants are there?
Is the virus specifically targeted at the virus inside the ancient tomb? Anyone with any sense will understand the principle of 'prescribing the right medicine'. We don't know what kind of deadly force is in the ancient tomb, so blindly spraying medicine will only be counterproductive and will not achieve the desired effect.
No safety effect at all, understand?”
I shrugged my shoulders helplessly. Everyone knows this, but in this case, who has a more feasible method than chemical disinfection? It’s easy to say but hard to do. This is an unbreakable truth.
If we follow the most ideal arrangement, of course we would first collect the original air from the ancient tomb, send it to the London Institute of Medicine in the shortest time, conduct the most comprehensive sample analysis, and obtain the original molecular structure of the bacteria. Then bring together bacteriology experts from all over the world.
, conduct consultation and discussion, and configure targeted sterilants.
I know all these procedures, but unfortunately I don’t have time to do them now.
The workers had set up a red cordon within thirty meters of the wellhead. The soldiers crossed the cordon and lined up well-trained around the wellhead, waiting for orders. The bright sunshine shone on their protective clothing, reflecting the
The light is no more than a pair of highly reflective mirrors.
The tiger responded with a sneer: "It's just wasting more time and doing more useless work."
At this time, one had to admire Tie Na's courage. Without any protective measures on her body, she was the first to lead the team down the well, and was mixed in with a group of silver-white soldiers. Her camouflage uniform was particularly conspicuous.
I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that her courage to act was far superior to that of most men.
Tiger smiled: "She is indeed a top student at West Point Military Academy. One day, perhaps she will become the most powerful competitor for the next president!" There was obvious admiration in his tone.
Tiger and I entered the tent and looked at each other almost at the same time and laughed: "What a pity! What a pity there is no wine!"
When good friends meet, there is no good wine to cheer them up, and I always feel that there is something wrong in the ointment. But what he said next is more inspiring to me than the power of alcohol - "The secret of the Pyramid of Tucrack Khan should be in the "Blue Falling Yellow Spring Sutra", so
The most urgent task is to obtain ancient books, no matter what method is used! You and I both know that those ancient books were obtained by Tianzhu, the former Master Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty. The secrets contained in them are not the 'Mahayana and Hinayana' that are related to the rise and fall of Buddhism, but
…”
The tiger was touching its nose again, as if trying to find a suitable word to describe it.
The story of Master Xuanzang’s journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures is familiar to every Chinese, because Journey to the West, one of the four famous classics, was written based on this period of history and anecdotes.
Buddhist scriptures are extensive and profound, and no one has ever been able to truly explore its infinite and far-reaching meaning. For example, a Buddhist believer said that has been passed down to this day - "Reciting the Diamond Sutra a hundred thousand times can eliminate karma, overcome disasters, and achieve peace of mind."
Ghost energy." No one can recite this "one hundred thousand times" with a clear head in their lifetime. Even monks who have entered Buddhism since birth and have been practicing as monks for hundreds of years do not dare to admit it with certainty.
I have recited the number "one hundred thousand times" with great fear and piety.
What Buddhist disciples emphasize is that "monastics do not lie". No one says "I have recited enough", of course it means "I have not recited enough".
In the past, a Japanese Buddhist scholar asked this question: "If you really recite it one hundred thousand times, will you be able to achieve the supreme power that our Buddha said?" Moreover, monks from four Buddhist temples in Hokkaido have already
When setting out to test this problem, we selected one hundred five-year-old children who were recognized as having "wisdom roots", were ordained as monks, and recited the "Diamond Sutra" with concentration...
My thoughts were wandering a bit, and Tiger had already come up with a suitable metaphor: "That is the 'heavenly book' of aliens. Because it could not be deciphered in Tianzhu, it was handed over to Master Xuanzang after a unanimous vote by thousands of monks.
I brought it back to the Tang Dynasty in the Eastern Land, hoping to use the wisdom of the monks in the Eastern Continent to decipher it."
(The third part of "The Strange Purgatory" is completed. Thank you for reading. Please continue to pay attention to the fourth part of "The King of Tomb Robbers". "The Battle between Heaven and Man"