Ah Huang saw the flaming hands pulling out the roll of cowhide from the cracks and holes of the stone lotus platform, rubbing his hands with an excited expression on his face.
Alang is also full of expectations.
The two of them have worked very hard tonight, and they must hope to gain something.
This roll of cowhide is so well hidden that it would be nonsense to say that there is no secret information recorded in it!
Hooray!
After the flames dissipated, the roll of cowhide fell into Ah Huang's hands and he held it tightly. Then he immediately opened it and began to examine it.
I saw some small characters engraved on the cowhide, which were densely packed. It obviously contained a lot of information. Moreover, it was written in Sanskrit, and I couldn't understand it for a while.
"Why don't you try infusing it with spiritual power?"
Alang was nearby giving advice.
After all, everyone is a supernatural person, and many of their methods are very comparable to others. This kind of recording of information may only be activated by using supernatural power.
"That makes sense."
Ah Huang nodded, and with a thought in his mind, he circulated the spiritual power in his body and poured it into this roll of cowhide.
Sure enough! There was a change immediately.
Shua la la!
The piece of cowhide trembled and twisted as if it were a living thing, it detached from Ah Huang's hand and then floated into the air, shining brightly.
Waves of golden light surged out like waves, illuminating a large area around it.
Feeling the bursts of Buddhist power in it, Ah Huang murmured to himself: "This is... such a pure Buddhist breath. It seems that this poor monk must have been a disciple of a major Buddhist sect during his lifetime. He was not an ordinary folk cultivator.
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In the golden light, accompanied by bursts of Buddhist chants and Sanskrit chants, a shadow of magic power appeared like lotus petals.
A figure wearing a monk's robe slowly emerged from inside...
Ah Huang and Ah Lang's pupils suddenly shrank, and they looked at each other, their expressions both excited and nervous - obviously, they didn't expect that this poor monk who died tragically still left his own image memory in this roll of cowhide. By
This shows that the two of them were able to get some good information.
"Amitabha, so good, so good..."
The phantom of the kind-faced monk put his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name.
He stood in the air, looking down at Ah Huang and Ah Lang. He was silent.
"Master, can you... tell us your story? This is quite important to us."
Ah Huang raised his head and spoke.
He knew that this was just an afterimage left by someone else. In modern technology terms, it was almost like a computer program. He couldn't have too much intelligence, so he skipped the ink and went straight to the point.
"Yes, it's good, it's good."
The monk's shadow nodded, stretched out his hand, and with a flash of golden light, a picture appeared in front of Ah Huang and Ah Lang...
That's right!
The first thing that appeared was the vast and turbulent sea, and the huge fleet that could barely be seen from head to tail.
It was Zheng He's team that was preparing to return to China after his seventh voyage to the West!
Due to various pressures from China and the supplies for repairing the ocean dragon veins were once again exhausted, Zheng He could only mobilize his fleet to return home for follow-up.
Who knew that when the fleet arrived in Guli (today's Calicut, India), he died of injuries. Since Zheng He made seven voyages to the West to repair the ocean dragon veins, Zheng He accumulated huge influence in this Western fleet.
and prestige. In addition, some middle and high-level officials knew about the dissatisfaction of the imperial court...
Therefore, as soon as Zheng He died, the senior generals in the fleet were divided.
A group of fleets were definitely ordered by the imperial court to return immediately, return to China, and obey the emperor and ministers. Others, who were more loyal to Zheng He, planned not to return to China, but to stay directly in Southeast Asia - after all
With their strength at the time and their relationships with countries in Southeast Asia and South Asia, they were enough to dominate.
More importantly... Zheng He already had blood descendants at that time. They wanted to make him king!
As a result, the fleet that sailed to the Western Ocean was divided, with some returning to China and some remaining in Southeast Asia.
But what I didn't expect was that just as the fleet returning to China left, the fleet that chose to stay was attacked by the armies of some Southeast Asian countries!
This caught them off guard and caused heavy casualties.
Because these generals who wanted to support Zheng He's descendants never imagined that countries that usually get along well with each other would actually launch a surprise attack at such a time.
What's more important is... there are people from the Pantheon Cult hiding among the armies of these countries!
It turned out that after bewitching some of the powerful ministers of the Ming Dynasty at that time, the Pantheon Sect had already extended its claws to Southeast Asia. It controlled some small countries there and was waiting for this day to come.
With deliberate arithmetic and unintentional calculations, he defeated the generals of Zheng He's fleet who stayed in Southeast Asia.
In desperation, Zheng He's descendants and some other generals and soldiers could only be escorted by some of the most loyal personal guards to Zheng He at the time, as well as a group of the most powerful supernatural beings, to escape separately.
Before splitting up, some generals and supernatural experts planned an escape route to protect Zheng He's descendants, as well as tokens for their subsequent comeback.
After each participant remembers it in their mind, they divide the token into many parts for each person to hold. Then they will become one!
The poor monk who died tragically when Ah Huang and Ah Lang saw him in the underground forbidden area of Taka Village - the monk whose name was Liao Chen was the one who kept this secret and received part of the token during his lifetime.
Carrying some important information, he headed north, hiding incognito and avoiding the pursuit of those countries that were infiltrated and controlled by the Pantheon Cult. Finally, he came to the Mangxin area of Laos...
At that time, compared with the prosperous and powerful China, this place could be said to be primitive and wild.
Monk Liaochen fled here, disguised as an ordinary walking monk, and hid in Taka Village. At that time, Taka Village was indeed a simple and simple village with disputes over principles.
Liao Chen got along relatively well with most of the villagers - although there were some voices of dissent against him during this process, it was not a big problem.
As they lived here longer and longer, the compassionate Buddhists naturally became less wary and began to use some Buddhist spells to protect the villagers in Taka Village.
Once, Taka Village was attacked by a very ferocious group of bandits in the mountains. During the resistance, many young men in Taka Village were killed or injured.
Among them was a young man who usually had a good relationship with Liao Chen and showed Buddhist wisdom. Now that he was seriously injured and dying, Liao Chen couldn't bear it. So, he did a wrong thing... (first update)