Chapter 1022 The dead are born and all races are suppressed
Ma Bao's family stomped their feet and continued to beat the gong with a clang.
More than ten minutes.
The whole Tian Pengque people were attracted.
Among them, the people from the Presbyterian Church and even the few village chiefs left behind came out.
"Ma Bao's family! You're going crazy early in the morning!"
An old man with white hair and beard angrily scolded.
Ma Baojia covered the gong's face with his hands to calm the sound.
"Elder Yang, this morning, when I went to catch fish, I caught a stone tablet left by our ancestor Tian Pengque from the bottom of the river!"
Elder Yang glanced at Ma Bao's family, "Isn't it just a stone tablet? Our Tianpengque has been passed down for thousands of years. There are many miscellaneous things at the bottom of the river. What's the point of fishing out a stone tablet?"
"It's not like this! That stone tablet is different from what I've fished out from the bottom of the river before! How should I tell you! The stone tablet predicted that the high priest was dead! It...it..."
I was shocked when I smelled it.
"Are you sure?" This time it was not Elder Yang who spoke, but Yang Huhuan from Yangjia Village.
Ma Baojia nodded, "It's true! Oh! I don't know how to describe it to you! You can follow me and take a look!"
Several village chiefs and a group of people from the Presbyterian Church followed Ma Bao's family toward the place where the stone tablet was discovered.
People from all villages also followed toward that place.
After arriving at the place.
I saw Ma Weiguo sticking his hips, holding a small piece of stone hanging on the green moss on the stone tablet, identifying the words below.
Elder Yang quickly stepped forward and kicked Ma Weiguo.
"Scrape something randomly, get out of here!"
Ma Weiguo turned around and wanted to greet the other ancestors. When he turned around, he found that they were the same ancestor, so he finally held back.
He covered his butt and sneered, "Elder Yang, look, there are words written on this thing and drawings."
Elder Yang squatted down, but saw a few words engraved on the stone tablet.
"The priest died and the mud plowed!
The dead live, and conquer all races!"
Several people frowned, look at me and look at you.
"Ma Bao family, could this thing be attracted by you two, right?"
Ma Bao’s family patted his chest, "Elder Yang, am I that kind of person? This thing was definitely what I saw when I was fishing. Look there, the fish I caught is still there!"
Elder Yang looked at Yang Huhuan, "Huhuan, come and see if this thing was made recently!"
Ma Bao's family swallowed, and their eyes flashed with tension.
Yang Huhuan stepped forward to check the stone tablet and observed it for a long time.
"This thing doesn't seem to be made recently. The stone tablet was indeed a long time ago, almost a thousand years ago!"
Ma Baojia and Ma Weiguo breathed a sigh of relief.
I sighed in my heart that Wang Han’s counterfeiting skills are really powerful.
Everyone frowned.
"What does this mean?"
All the heat looked at each other, "It should be literal meaning. The priest died and the burial of the mud li. Isn't it mean that our high priest left and was buried directly in the mud li rip? For nearly a thousand years, the high priest who was buried in the mud li rip
Only our high priest!”
Yang Huhuan frowned, "What does the next sentence mean?"
"The dead live, and conquer all races? Could it be that the high priest was resurrected from the dead?"
Several people stared at each other with big eyes.
The bald Gou Pengxing said, "How can anyone be resurrected from the dead!"
When I said this, for some reason, I always felt a little uneasy in my heart.
"Look at the paintings drawn on it!"
Everyone looked at the simple drawings depicted above.
The painting method is very abstract, but it is exactly the same as the paintings left by Tian Pengque since ancient times.
The first painting is about two people who are fat and thin, and they fight to the Tian Pengque.
"Aren't these those two crazy people?" Yang Huhuan pointed to the two abstract figures in the picture.
The few people continued to look down and saw that there was a woman and a man entering Tianpengque below.
"What does this mean?"
When everyone was confused, someone said, "Is this a saying that Lao Ma's daughter brought an outsider in?"
Everyone thought about it carefully and it seemed to be true.
"This...this..."
"Oh? Why haven't I seen that foreigner in the past two days? Have I returned?" Yang Huhuan asked.
Someone said, "I heard that it was to save the girl from the Ma family and fell from the Nilijian! Didn't Minghui know?"
Gou Minghui took a look and said, "Yes, Sister Sitong fell into the water yesterday. When the foreigner went to save the person, he was washed into Nilijian by the flood. Now he should be dead!"
"What does it mean to be dead? If you fall into that place, you must die! Is that needless to say! This foreigner's idea is too intimate! What's wrong with death? You have to go to the mud and plow the stream!"
"Where is that Ma girl?"
Old Liu, who also watched the fun, took off the cigarette from his ear and said, "That young man from another country is dead, the girl from the Ma family fainted. When she woke up, she was crazy and shouted that she wanted to get rid of the mud.
Li Jian looked for someone, and I prescribed a pair of medicine before I fell asleep."
"Go to Nilijian to find someone? Is this girl able to come up with it? Can you live there if you go down there? Besides, that place is still the habitat of our ancestors, and we are not afraid of disturbing our ancestors! We are really stupid in our studies! We respect our ancestors.
I don't know!" Yang Huhuan snorted coldly.
While talking, everyone went to see another simple painting. The high priest died and was buried in Nilijian. Before the high priest, there was a soul boat that also entered Nilijian.
Everyone was shocked and was actually predicted, was it the high priest and the sugar grandma.
There is another painting behind it.
Everyone frowned.
In the picture.
A bald man led a few people to knock the foreigner into Nilijian, and the girl who brought the foreigner in was lying on the soul boat.
The moment I saw this painting, Gou Pengxing was so shocked that his eggs were numb.
"this..."
Yang Huhuan, who was standing in front of looking at the painting, turned his head and looked at the others, and his eyes swept over Gou Pengxing's face.
Gou Pengxing looked around and said, "What do you think of me? Is this kind of insignificant thing worth my attack? It's a joke! Besides, why am I going to beat him? You guys, a painting made you like this.
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"I didn't say it was you! Why are you anxious about Village Chief Gou?"
Yang Huhuan laughed.
Gou Pengxing lit the old dry tobacco, "Fart! The most obvious thing about baldness in the whole audience is me! What you mean is that who else can I be! Damn, is baldness my own willingness?"
The others smiled.
Then he looked at the last painting.
Everyone's expressions gradually solidified.
I saw the foreigner who was hit by a bald head into the mud liquor stream and came out of the mud liquor stream.
The eyes were also specially drawn close-up.
It's a pair of vertical pupils.
The whole Tian Pengque people paid homage to the foreigner!
In the mud li rip, there was a blurry shadow entrenched on the bronze tree, standing behind the foreigners.
Seeing this painting, combined with the prophecy of the dead just now and suppressing all races.
Gou Pengxing was shocked again and raised the egg up.
His eyes were straight.
The ominous premonition in my heart was even more serious.