Brother Qiu seemed to be really frightened. After hurriedly saying the last few words to Mustache, he walked around him and started walking away. When watching the back of Brother Qiu leaving, Mustache was silent for a moment.
His mind started to get messed up again. Are you going to let Brother Qiu go like this? Duoji said that no matter who Nan Anshou's spiritual consciousness is attached to, he will definitely instill that memory into whoever he is.
Brother Qiu's fat figure was getting farther and farther away. When his back was about to disappear from Mustache's sight, his hand holding the alloy tube suddenly tightened, his feet stepped on the ground, and his body was like an arrow, ready to rush out.
He was indeed hesitating and forcing himself to believe that Brother Qiu had not accepted that memory. But when Brother Qiu left, Mustache thought of the last time he saw Wei Tian before coming to Tibet. The bronze medal winner
The incident was over and many people died, which made Wei Tian truly free. When Mustache saw Wei Tian for the last time at his mother's place, he already had his own life and his own love.
Although there was a hidden melancholy in Wei Tian's expression that could not be reduced, he was obviously happier than before. For Mustache, this was enough. He watched his brother come out of the shadow of life,
Living a quiet and ordinary life, I feel that everything I have paid before has been in vain.
He will not allow anyone to destroy these, and will never allow it. Even if there is only the slightest possibility, the mustache will completely cut it off.
The moment Mustache pulled away, Lao Zhao was there to hold him back. He knew that Mustache's mood was fluctuating a bit, and the murderous intent on his body became very serious in an instant.
"Stop it, that fat man is not easy to mess with." Lao Zhao said bluntly: "If you really mess with him, we won't take advantage."
Mustache stopped and had to admit that his thoughts at the moment were a bit extreme and narrow, but Lao Zhao thought more comprehensively.
Brother Qiu's figure was completely invisible, and Mustache stopped pursuing him. He could only comfort himself again, comforting himself that Brother Qiu had not accepted that memory.
"Should we follow over and take a look?" Lao Zhao's hand was a little itchy: "Since we have followed you here, why not take another look? Fishing in troubled waters is actually the happiest and most fulfilling way."
Naturally, Mustache will not give up here. Everyone who should come must have arrived. This is the final time. He is just worried about whether Bosiba will bring Jia Luorong at this most critical moment. Mustache longs for him.
Carrying Jia Luorong, he was afraid. No matter how strong a person's heart is, there will always be times when his heart is fragile. Every time he thought of Jia Luorong, his heart was about to break into pieces.
They stopped in place for a while. Xiao Hu and Lao Zhao did not suffer any serious injuries, but Duoji's condition was not very good. What he suffered was not an ordinary trauma, and medicine did not work. He could only rely on time to slowly recover.
Recovery. Duoji had solved all the problems that needed to be solved. At this time, he was grinning, but he said that he was fine and could still fight the toughest opponent.
There are many roads extending in all directions in the building complex, and the area of this underground space is not large. Apart from the places where these believers live, there is no more extra space. The altars and nine-story towers that I have seen in ancient religions before
, and other landmark buildings are gone without a trace, only the tall statue in the middle of the building silently watches everyone who passes by.
Mustache and Brother Qiu were undoubtedly the last two groups to arrive here. The others had probably entered the depths earlier than them. It was very quiet among the buildings. Brother Qiu and the others were running very fast. Waiting for Mustache and Lao Zhao to come again
When they set off, there was no shadow of the other party. At the end of the densely packed building complex, there was a dry reservoir. Behind the reservoir, there was a natural drop. Before Mustache and the others crossed the reservoir, the beam of light below the drop and
A chaotic sound of fighting reached my ears.
"They may have walked here from different roads in the building complex, but they will always meet here." Old Zhao listened with his ears pricked, and then slowly reached the edge of the gap almost like crawling.
The number of people was unimaginable, and the two ancient organizations came out in force, and all the people they could use moved over. The overall strength of the human world was obviously inferior to the Pilgrims, but Mustache's attention was not really focused on these battles, because
The chaotic light beam would reflect something from time to time.
He saw countless crisscross traces on the ground. The traces were carved by someone, and all the traces formed a huge picture. This kind of picture was very familiar to Mustache, and it also made him feel a chill on his spine.
Cold sweat.
This huge picture covers almost all the areas behind the gap. Just this picture carved one by one is a very grand and generous work. Mustache cannot see the complete original picture, but he can imagine it.
At the four corners of the picture, there will at least be corresponding bronze tripods, and around the picture, fragments of the Wheel Eye must be enshrined.
The danger of this place suddenly soared, and no one could resist this kind of danger. As he observed, the scene below the drop became clearer and more complete. Mustache saw an altar built with large square stones in the distance.
"There is a person up there." Lao Zhao said with certainty, "I can't see him clearly, but he must be a person."
The fight below was fierce, and Mustache didn't know who climbed to the top of the stone altar first. Lao Zhao tried his best to observe, but the distance and light were limited, and he was still unable to see clearly who this person was.
Before Mustache could fully see the shadow on the stone altar, a sound like a resonance between two objects came out from the stone altar. The sound was not harsh, but it had a strong penetration.
It is so penetrating that it instantly covers the space, allowing everyone in the melee to hear clearly.
A faint human voice seemed to come from the sound of nature, gradually overpowering the roar. The voice was very thin, but it seemed to have been floating for a long time in the endless years.
A faint golden light slowly flew up from the top of the stone altar. The sudden sound seemed to have a powerful magic power that could block people's minds. Everyone who was fighting to the death stopped their movements one after another.
He focused his attention on the stone altar in the distance.
Like Mustache, everyone has a big question in their mind: Who is the person on the stone altar?
"What is that!" Someone looked up and stared at the moving golden light, trying to capture it. But although this golden light was erratic, it was like an eternal cloud that no one could touch. The person below thought
I tried my best, but I still couldn't catch it, or even see this light clearly.
boom......
The light was still moving, and suddenly burst into a jumping flame, burning fiercely. The fire kept beating in slow movement, like a light floating in the air. The crowd below began to become quiet.
The mustache's eyes reflected the burning fire, and he felt in a trance that the fire was moving in his direction. Old Zhao quietly held the gun. Although there was no dangerous aura, everything was a bit unexpected and strange.
Duoji was also paying close attention, but he couldn't detect what this jumping fire meant.
The fire passed everyone and moved little by little to the edge of the drop. When it was very, very close to Mustache, it suddenly stopped and floated above. The jumping fire reflected the body of the burning object. At this moment
, Mustache’s eyes froze.
What did he see?
A golden but old-looking ancient scripture scroll was burning continuously, and most of it had been burned. There was no writing on the ancient scripture, just like a piece of golden silk.
"That's it!" Duoji showed his head between Mustache and Lao Zhao, stared at the burning fire, and said with some surprise: "It's the six-character Great Ming Mantra!"
No one is more familiar with this thing than Duoji. He was the one who found a way to completely imprint the scriptures of the Six-Character Great Ming Mantra into Jialuorong's mind. The words on the scriptures then dimmed and disappeared.
"Is it you..." Mustache's eyes suddenly became moist, and his lips couldn't help but tremble, looking at the silk that was about to burn out, and then at the figure on the stone altar in the distance.
"There can be no mistake! It must be the six-character Great Ming Mantra!" Duoji lowered his voice and said with certainty: "The scripture is no longer there. This scroll of the Great Ming Mantra should have no effect or meaning. Why does it appear here?
, is it still burning?”
Mustache's eyes couldn't see that far, but looking at the piece of silk that was immediately burned out, he could clearly feel that there was a person crying, silently crying. Crying is silent, and it only serves to make the person feel
Those who arrive feel it.
"It's you, it's you..." Mustache's tears flowed down uncontrollably. Even if he bit his lips, he still couldn't stop crying. Men don't have tears, they just shed all the tears they should.
In his heart. However, he has endured too much, and he still seems strong, like the ruthless Xiang Tengxiao. But how can he bear the kind of pressure that can crush a person's beliefs?
He couldn't help but stretch out his trembling hand. He knew he couldn't reach that far, but he still stretched out his hand stubbornly. He believed that the people on the stone altar could see his every move and his heart.
"I don't think about anything anymore, I don't think about it anymore..." Mustache's tears kept falling. He said to himself in his heart, he didn't think about anything anymore, as long as he could hold that person who was too fragile to bear any pressure.
Tibetan girl, it is enough not to let her suffer any more harm.
He wanted to hold her in his arms all the time, go on, go on, to the end of the world, to the end of time.
"God said that we should survive like the most tenacious life in the world, living endlessly and surviving. If one day..."