Crack-crack - the thick stone door was pushed open by the lama, and a cold wind blew in his face. Xu Qing, who was lying on the lama's back, instinctively tilted his head, and his heart contracted for a while. He had felt it when he came just now.
Strangely, this Zen room is actually embedded in a protruding arched rock on the edge of the cliff. At first glance, it looks like a huge tomb. Unexpectedly, it is also dark and cold inside. It is more like a cave with a door than a Zen room.
Be more relevant.
The lama carried Xu Qing and walked into the room. He patted the wall with his backhand and heard a soft squeak. A light came on on the ceiling. What he saw was a space of about a hundred square meters with all kinds of stone-carved furniture.
, except for a ceiling lamp on the ceiling, there are no electrical objects.
The lama carried Xu Qing and went straight to the stone bed. He turned around and put the person down. He raised his finger and pointed at the two black string-pulling cylinders at the head of the bed. He said in a deep voice: "Donor, if you need anything, you can use the sounding tube. I will naturally do it."
Someone is coming."
Xu Qing reached out and touched the simple carvings on the edge of the stone bed, and asked in a low voice: "Is this house old? I wonder who lived in it before?"
The lama replied expressionlessly: "This Zen room is a retreat place for the Dharma kings of this temple. Everything in the room is extremely precious. Please don't damage it at will."
Xu Qing smiled bitterly and said: "You are a shameless monk. I can't even pee now, and can I damage this room full of stone objects? Speaking of which, I need one. Please go and get Mr. Wang who is with me."
Call me, otherwise I will have to relieve myself on the stone bed."
A flash of confusion flashed in the lama's eyes, and he shook his head and said: "You can only stay in the Zen room. Your hands and feet are not tied, so there is no need to untie it."
Xu Qing rolled his eyes and said: "Relieving yourself means going to the toilet. You understand when you poop and pee? I can only move one hand now. If you don't call Mr. Wang over, I will have to do it on the bed."
The lama frowned and said, "Donor, you can use the microphone. Someone will come over at any time to share your worries. The poor monk said goodbye." After saying that, he ignored Xu Qing and turned around to leave, closing the heavy stone door with a clang.
Xu Qing didn't say anything more. It seemed that Dharma King Zhuopu was determined not to allow him to contact the outside world. He couldn't tell what his thoughts were. He must have bad intentions. The most helpless thing now is that Wang Chao is not around.
I can only sit in bed and waste time.
After sitting for a while, Xu Qing suddenly felt that his lower abdomen was swollen. He leaned sideways and supported himself with his right hand and slowly moved to the speaking tube. He reached out and picked up the speaking tube and shouted loudly: "Is there anyone there? I want to have sex."
There was silence on the other end of the speaking tube, no one answered at all, and the same thing happened if he called twice. Xu Qing would never do it like peeing his pants with his eyes open, so he moved anxiously to the bedside with his hands on his body.
Plop! Xu Qing slipped and fell off the bed. He hit his forehead on the hard stone floor and felt a stinging pain. A small object slipped out from his clothes, rolled several times on the smooth floor, and landed on two sides.
meters away.
Xu Qing raised his eyes and saw that it was the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead. He moved it a few times with his elbow on the ground, stretched out his hand to grab the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead, moved it a few more times to the corner, unbuttoned his pants with one hand and leaned forward,
It didn't feel difficult when Wang Chao was around before, but now that he's not around, it feels difficult. The biggest problem now is not being able to climb into bed.
The damn stone bed was one meter high from the ground. Xu Qing couldn't climb up at all. He couldn't even reach the quilt placed at the head of the bed. After several attempts, he gave up and leaned against the bed to play with the nine eyes in his hand.
Dzi Bead, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, I wonder what the previous owner of the Dzi Bead was like? Thinking of this, he concentrated and calmly moved the pupil of time to scan the surface of the Dzi Bead, and the expression on his face changed slightly.
An unexpected picture appeared in his mind. Xu Qing saw a familiar room, a stone bed, a stone chair, a stone table, a stone cabinet... The scene that appeared on the picture was actually the room he was in now.
The Eye of Time can restore the scene of objects appearing within a certain period of time, and unexpectedly returned to this stone house. Sitting at the stone table was a skinny old lama. The old lama was naked and looked like a layer of human skin.
The hooded skeleton, if it weren't for the pair of shining eyes in its deep-set eye sockets, it would be hard to believe that he was a living person.
There were nine-eyed dzi beads and a carved stone bottle on the stone table. The old lama stared at the two objects. He didn't see any movement for a long time. If Xu Qing hadn't had enough time now, he would have given up looking at them.
The lama is like a bare statue without any sense of beauty.
The old lama moved. He reached out and picked up the Nine-Yang Dzi Bead and held it in his palm. He murmured something in his mouth. After a while, the old lama opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of blood arrows, which landed on the palm of his hand. The Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead instantly
Stained red by blood, the old lama reached out and grabbed the stone vase on the table, and fell to the ground.
At this moment, a young lama hurriedly ran in from outside the door. His lips were wide open, as if he screamed, and he rushed to the old lama's side, bent down and reached out to help the extremely weak old lama, and said something
What are you shouting?
The old lama stretched out his hand with difficulty and put the blood-stained dzi bead into the young lama's palm. He raised a finger as thin as a bamboo branch and touched the stone bottle on the ground. His lips moved slightly, as if he was explaining something. Although Xu Qing could read
Lip Technique could not read a single sentence of what the old lama said, but he could roughly guess the meaning. The old lama must have asked the young lama to hide the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead in the stone vase.
The young lama was shaking his head and weeping all the time. The old lama raised his hand and slapped him on the face. He opened and closed his lips several times quickly, as if he was cursing. After a few curses, he lost his voice and died with his eyes open.
The young lama held the old lama's body and cried non-stop. After a while, he stretched out his hand to stroke the old lama's eyelids. He put down the body and stood up. He reached out to pick up the stone bottle on the ground, squeezed the nine-eyed dzi bead, and hesitated for a moment.
The Dzi bead is close to the bottom of the bottle...
All the pictures disappeared the moment the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead was put into the stone vase, and everything returned to calm. Xu Qing held the Dzi Bead in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, but found nothing strange. It was not difficult to see from the picture just now.
This dzi bead is a very important thing. There must be some special significance for the old lama to insist on giving it away before he died? There were many questions in his mind, but no one answered them. Thinking about it, he actually dozed off.
Snap! The palm of the hand slipped, and the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead fell to the ground. The Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead on the surface flashed a golden stream of light. The golden light flashing from the pattern quickly gathered together to form a shape that resembled a pocket tornado. The golden
The tornado soared into the sky, spinning and floating towards the top of Xu Qing's head, with its tip pointing downward and slowly sinking into his Baihui point.