"It is said that this Tongtian Grand Buddha Temple," Partridge Whistle said to Ding Ze, "has a huge reclining Buddha inside. A mausoleum was built under the reclining Buddha. It was originally intended to be used for burials. Later, the Xixia Palace was in chaos and panic.
Then, the Xixia court hid all kinds of rare treasures in it."
Ding Ze knew this information, but he couldn't show that he knew it. After hearing this, he asked, "That professor just asked me to come here to try my luck. Do you mean that among those rare treasures, there will be those who can?"
Something to lift the curse?”
Partridge Whistle nodded, "My clan has lived in Zagrama Mountain since the earliest times..."
This part of the content, when we decided to go together on the ferry, it was probably because we had just met each other, so Partridge Whistle did not explain it in detail.
Now that we have been together for such a long time, Ding Ze's silly joy has played some role. Partridge Whistle must have felt that it was time to talk, so it doesn't matter.
"That was a long, long time ago. Our tribe discovered the ghost cave, and then..."
Partridge Whistle said, Ding Ze listened quietly, and the audience in the live broadcast room also listened very carefully.
For the sand sculpture viewers, this part of the content is not unfamiliar to them because they have seen Shirley Yang interpreting the prophetic book in the "Jingjue Ancient City" section.
So when I heard it now...
"What a guy, they're actually connected!"
"Awesome! The source is indeed that ghost cave!"
"I have to admit, anchor, your sharp eyes are really powerful."
“…..”
The Partridge Whistle continued, "Brother Ding, you have been exposed to this curse not long ago, so you may not know how powerful this curse is. Now let me tell you."
Partridge Whistle didn't smoke, so Ding Ze had to smoke alone. He lit a cigarette and nodded seriously, "You tell me."
"Back then, our tribe migrated out from the Zagrama Mountains, headed to the east, and integrated into the culture of the Central Plains."
"No one thought at first how serious this mark would be, until as time went by, the older generations of the tribe died in extremely painful ways one after another..."
"Later, after several generations of observation, the tribe discovered a fact and a pattern."
"One fact is that anyone who is cursed by the ghost cave and has eyeball marks on his back will die faster after the age of forty, and the closer to death, the more painful it will be... Tribal records show that it is an extreme
It’s a pain that no human should have to experience.”
"And this unimaginable pain usually lasts for ten years, until the blood in the body is no longer red, but turns yellow, and the person will be tortured to death!"
Partridge Whistle said this, and as he spoke, his tone became obviously much more solemn.
Ding Ze saw it and said nothing, just waiting for Partridge Whistle to continue.
"One rule is that all the people from the tribe who originally left Zagrama Mountain will have eyeball marks on their bodies, but their descendants will not have it. However, even if there is no such mark, the descendants will also have that kind of mark when the time comes.
Die in pain."
"It means that the terrible curse from the ghost cave will continue until all the roots of our tribe are completely severed!"
"The tribe is eager to lift this curse. After generations of observation, it is found that the farther away from the ghost cave, the later the onset of the disease will be... But eventually it will still occur. Generation after generation, when they die, they are miserable.
Word."
Having said this, Partridge Whistle let out another long sigh.
"Brother Ding, you can imagine that as time goes by, the population of the tribe continues to decrease. Many people choose not to have children in order not to let the pain extend to future generations..."
Ding Ze nodded, but still said nothing.
Partridge Whistle continued.
"The living people in the tribe have been looking for a way to lift this curse. Unfortunately, for a long time, there has not been much progress."
"It was not until many years later that the tribe finally found an important clue. That year, a huge bronze tripod from the mid-Shang and Zhou dynasties appeared in the mud of the lower reaches of the Yellow River."
"In the middle Shang and Zhou dynasties, bronze tripods could only be used for two purposes, either to offer sacrifices or to record important information."
"The descendants of the tribe discovered that this bronze tripod recorded important information. The information recorded that Wu Ding, the monarch of the Shang Dynasty, once found a jade eyeball stained with gold in a collapsed mountain crevice..."
"Later this jade eyeball was named Muchen Bead!"
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In the live broadcast room, the number of viewers, which has grown steadily to almost 70 million, listened quietly and quietly, acting like obedient students in the classroom.
Partridge Whistle spoke in great detail, and the audience listened attentively.
It was not until Partridge Whistle finished speaking that after a short pause, the audience began to make voices again.
"Wait a minute, let me understand. That is to say, as long as you are cursed by the ghost cave, you will have endless descendants?"
"Hiss!!! This is too exaggerated...it feels like a super virus."
"It sounds like it sounds similar. Because think about it, assuming that the tribe of Partridge Whistle's ancestors had 5,000 people at the beginning, and these 5,000 people spread out, how many people would it increase to? At least 10,000 people.
More."
"This is just one generation...the next generation will continue to spread its branches and leaves, and then the next generation...hiss, after more than ten generations, won't it be necessary to kill at least millions, or even tens of millions of people?"
"...If we work harder, maybe we can kill hundreds of millions of people!"
"?????"
Lao Wang next door said: "I still say the same thing, if you don't need your ears, you might as well donate them."
"Didn't Partridge Whistle say that? When his tribe realized the existence of the curse, they had already controlled births as much as possible and only kept the minimum amount of fire so that they could find a way to lift the curse."
"Didn't you hear anything?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! A bunch of idiot viewers: "...I heard it, we are assuming a terrible scenario. Think about it, if this curse is really that awesome
Come on, if time goes by, I might be able to kill everyone!"
"(ΩДΩ)!!!!"
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After Partridge Whistle finished speaking, Ding Ze lit another cigarette and turned around to see, Hey, good guy, Father Thomas actually started eavesdropping with his ears upright from no idea when.
"Ahem, Father, your God doesn't like you doing such eavesdropping, right? It seems that you have made up your mind for this hell," Ding Ze joked with a smile.
But this was a joke to him, but to Father Thomas, it was just...
Father Thomas panicked, he couldn't help but panic.
Oh! God, I'm sorry! I know I was wrong!
I don’t want to eavesdrop. This story is so attractive that I can’t help it. Please forgive me!
Father Thomas knelt on the ground and repented devoutly.
Seeing this, Ding Ze smiled, but he couldn't help but feel that he seemed to be going a little too far.
"I have a doubt," Ding Ze stopped teasing Father Thomas and said to Partridge Whistle, "You just said that the descendants of the tribe would not have marks on their bodies, so on yours..."
Partridge Whistle heard this and smiled slightly, "From the time we got the information about Muchen Bead, the living people of our tribe soon had a new identity, named Taoist Banshan."
"Taoist Banshan searches for ancient tombs, not for money, but for the Muchen Beads."
There was a pause.
Partridge Whistle sighed again, "I am the last mountain mover... So a few years ago, when I was desperate, I took people back to Zagrama Mountain. When I got to the ghost cave, I thought
Since that is the source of the curse, there may be clues to the Muchen Bead."
"Even, maybe there will be a way to lift the curse directly from the source."
So that’s it.
Ding Ze responded without asking any more questions.
At exactly this time, as the sun set, the group of four finally arrived at the ruins of Blackwater City.