Volume 5 Flying Dragon in the Sky 133 thirty-six characters
Volume 5 The Flying Dragon in the Sky 133 Thirty-six words
The white-haired old man looked along his hand and saw a tall body with shining golden light slowly falling to the ground, like a sleeping person descending from the sky on golden clouds.
The white-haired old man suddenly said: "Let's go."
Almost at the same time, the two figures suddenly flew up out of the air and flew towards the fallen person.
It can be seen that it is definitely not the light skill in traditional martial arts. It is the flying skill, the flying skill of cultivators.
Moreover, there was no magic weapon under their feet. The two of them jumped into the air, covering tens of meters in one step. It was as if there was a bridge in the sky, and they were flying over the bridge.
A few hundred meters away, the two of them arrived within a few ups and downs.
What's strange is that when the two of them reached about ten meters away from the man held by the Buddha's light, the Buddha's light suddenly converged and the man quickly fell down.
"Damn it, you damn old man, you stinky old man, you want to kill me!" Hanzi suddenly shouted and sat up, "Hey, where is this place? Didn't I get struck by lightning? Is this paradise?"
After taking a look at the surrounding environment, he said: "It doesn't seem to be the case. How can heaven be so inferior?"
It turned out that he was lying on a very simple wooden bed just now. The place he was in was a hut of less than 30 square meters made of wood and covered with branches and leaves. There was a large window on the left side of the hut, which almost occupied the left side.
The window on half of the wooden wall was open and the dark light from outside was shining in through the window.
After thinking about everything that had happened before, he only remembered that when he thought that the ropes falling from above might be struck by thunder and lightning and send high-voltage electricity down to him, he hurriedly untied the ropes tied to his body and threw them away.
The moment he opened it, he felt a huge burning sensation in his hands, and a shocking loud noise in his ears, and then he seemed to faint. Based on this, he should have fallen to the ground hard.
.Looking at the current situation, could it be that I didn’t fall to death? Someone saved me here.
"Who is here to help me in Death Valley?" When Hanzi thought of this, he shouted loudly: "Is there anyone there?" Seeing that no one answered, he shouted again: "Hey, is there anyone there?" After shouting, he stood up.
Get up and walk outside.
As soon as he walked out of the hut, what he saw in front of him was a snow-capped mountain in the distance. Under the snow-capped mountains were continuous hills, and to his left and right was a large expanse of lush grassland. He couldn't see the edge or anything.
Do you know how big this grassland is?
And about three to four meters above this vast expanse of grassland, there is a layer of light gray mist suspended.
Behind him is a small hill. There are some sparsely grown low trees on the hill, most of which are covered with wild grass. The small wooden layer is built at the foot of this small hill.
Apart from that, he didn't see a single person.
No, he saw something else. On the edge and in the middle of the grass, there were many animal furs and white bones. The nearest pile of bones was about a hundred meters ahead. With his eyesight, he could still
see.
I thought to myself: "Let's go and see if those skeletons are human or animal. There must be monsters in Death Valley." After saying this, I wanted to get up.
"Bang——"
The next moment, he fell heavily to the ground and stared blankly at the sky, speechless for a long time.
"Where is my zhenqi? Where is my dragon zhenqi? Why is it gone? Why is it gone? There is nothing left? Why, why..." Hanzi murmured in his mouth, his face was ashen, showing a look of despair.
color.
In this Death Valley, where there is poisonous mist and traps everywhere, he doesn't know how to survive if he loses his dragon energy.
Who rescued him into this cabin? How did they get in, and where are they now? Why did they leave him here and ignore him? Are they the ones Li Yaochong said were the ones who rescued him?
All these questions just flashed through his mind. These were not issues that he cared about. What he cared about was what he should do.
But he soon calmed down. Although he didn't know how he lost his true energy, it must have something to do with the thunderbolt or the person who saved him.
After getting up from the ground, he was not in a hurry to see what the pile of bones were. Instead, he returned to the wooden house and carefully checked the house to see if there were any clues left behind.
Sure enough, he found a small note on the wooden wall on one side of the small wooden bed. When he picked it up and looked at it, he saw that it seemed to be written in cinnabar, all in traditional Chinese characters, with a total of thirty-six: "Thousand-year Dream Returns"
, the dragon flying in the sky; before the tribulation is over, the real dragon will not appear; the relics of the Dharma and the Buddha's light will burn the lamp; when the tribulation is over, the demons will be subdued, and the Nine Heavenly Dragon will appear."
"Damn, what do you mean, do you want to play riddles with me?" Hanzi said to himself. After taking a closer look, these thirty-six words involved a few things in total, namely dreams, dragons, calamities, and relics.
And it seems that what he has to face is a calamity, subduing demons, and it seems that he can restore the dragon's true energy in this way.
He read these thirty-six words carefully dozens of times, and he could already recite them backwards and forwards, but he didn't know how to do it to achieve the above-mentioned theory of calamity. After thinking about it for a long time, he really couldn't think of it.
When I came out, I folded the note back and tried to put it into my pocket. Suddenly I found that there were three lines of small characters on the back of the note that seemed to be written with grass juice. It said: "Cross the swamp in front of the house and see the jade beads on the opposite side."
There is dry food and water under the bed." There were no other instructions.
He put away the note, bent down and looked under the bed, and sure enough he saw a military backpack underneath. Previously, he only paid attention to the things on it and did not check the bottom of the bed. It seems that people are not used to noticing when they are anxious.
The place closest to you.
He dragged the backpack out. It felt quite heavy. When he opened it, he found a large kettle, several packs of military compressed biscuits, several small packs of beef jerky, and a small medical bag. There was also a small silver bottle next to it.
When he opened it and smelled it, it turned out to be extremely strong soju. He had never drunk strong liquor, so he didn't know what it was prepared for him. Under the backpack was an all-purpose military knife and two lighters, but there was nothing else.
"Damn, is this special training for me? There is no time limit. I heard that eating a small amount of compressed biscuits is enough, but this pot of water only weighs five or six kilograms, which is not enough for me to drink for a day." Hanzi said to himself.
Said to himself.
Looking at the packages of military biscuits, there were instructions on them, saying that if you take three to five small pieces at a meal and swallow them with water, you can last for more than six hours. He counted, there were five large packages in total, and each package contained 30 biscuits.
Damn it, can’t it be eaten for more than ten or twenty days?
He was not in a hurry to set off, and sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, trying to find the disappearing dragon's true energy.