The fire in the royal court lasts day and night, illuminating the last settlement of the Tie-fronted people. Under the shroud of eternal night, the light is so weak that it can be ignored, but for the surviving Tie-fronted people, Fire means light and warmth, food and safety, and the ability to continue living. Please search ()! Novel
The snow-capped mountains around the royal court were covered with ice and were too high to reach. Guading held the torch high, but it could only illuminate a few feet around him. The night was like a ferocious beast, swallowing up everything. He himself His figure was reflected in the ice mirror, also holding a torch and looking at himself, his face full of helplessness, despair and numbness.
Yes, helpless, desperate and numb. The silent and cold snowy mountains are like cages, and the wolves are cruel and bloodthirsty. He deeply feels that the Tiebou people have reached their end, and the royal court is their tomb. The unknown demon will kill them one by one, eating their hearts and Brain, no one is immune.
Looking back on the past, it is still vivid in my mind, like a nightmare that I will never wake up from. The road to escape is a road of death. Run away, run away desperately, escape to the royal court far away in the North Sea, Gao Yan All the women, children and elderly people of the Tuo tribe were buried in the belly of wolves, as were the other two tribes. Those who were able to escape were the strongest men of the Tiebou people, but their ancestors who were buried in the royal court could not protect them. The devil sneered silently, They devour them one by one, one every day, no more, no less.
They are the devil's food, just like cattle and sheep on the grassland. When the severe winter comes and the sky is covered with heavy snow, they kill one and then another, skin them for clothing, and eat meat to satisfy their hunger.
It was so cold at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, and the firelight reflected the ice and snow, and was so dazzling. Guanding wrapped the old sheepskin tightly around his body, turned around and walked towards a group of iron-fronted cavalry, and silently handed the torch to the leader Wanfu Long, he turned over and mounted a thin horse, galloping towards the flickering royal court. The sound of hooves beats on everyone's heart, like the drumbeat of doomsday.
Going through the messy tents, we came to the center of the Iron-headed Palace. Around an altar made of white stone, there were about a dozen large golden tents with thick domes and round walls, like stars. Gong Yue, guarding the altar.
Quading dismounted, dismissed the cavalry, and strode towards a small tent in the southwest corner. He opened three layers of felt blankets and felt a warm and familiar smell. It was goat dung cooked in milk tea. The smelly old man's body odor was so mixed that it was difficult to describe in words.
The maid sitting by the fire saw Guading coming in and stood up hurriedly with a somewhat restrained expression. Guading looked up and saw Qigu lying on his side with a hunched body, half-covered. The woolen blanket was new and not old, his eyes were closed tightly, his breathing was vague, and there was a grayish look of death on his old face.
The maid served the scalding milk tea, and Guading waved her hand. She was stunned, then lowered her hand and stepped back in small steps. Gueding sat next to Qi Gu, tucked the blanket for him, slowly drank the milk tea, and whispered about the movements of the wolves and demons, as if he was talking to himself, and he was not sure whether he heard it or not. .
After a while, Qi Gu’s breathing suddenly became heavy. He still closed his eyes, huffed and puffed for a long time, and spoke slowly and laboriously.Said: "Wangting is the birthplace of our Tie'e people. At first, there was only the Gaoyantuo tribe. Later, the population multiplied and they were no longer confined to the North Sea. They slowly migrated southward and separated into the Tusse Chidingwei tribe. Falcon Tribe. The North Sea is bitterly cold and not as warm and pleasant as the grassland, so the royal court was abandoned. However, the ancestors still left something behind, which is a secret passed down from generation to generation by the high priest of Gaoyantuo Tribe. Even the Khans of the past generations do not know. ...Put your ears over here..."
Quading hurriedly came forward and listened, his eyes slowly brightening.
Qi Gu struggled to raise his arm, patted his hand gently, and said: "Go, the survival of the Tiebou man will depend on..."
Question Ding felt confident, carefully placed his skinny arms under the blanket, stood up and left the tent. The cold wind blew against my face, and as far as the eye could see, the outline of the altar was blurred, as if melting into the dark night.
He turned around the tent alone and was served roasted wolf legs and milk tea by his own soldiers. With his thoughts in mind, Guading ate a wolf leg cleanly, broke the big bone, sucked out all the marrow, and drank it hard. After a few sips of milk tea, I walked around the tent with my hands behind my back.
Praying for bones is a way of returning to the past, and time is running out.
After eating, Guading sat cross-legged and adjusted his breath for a long time. He felt that his energy had been restored, and then he got out of the tent and took advantage of the night to touch the towering altar.
Counting the time, it was already mid-night. Except for the warriors on duty, everyone was sleeping peacefully. The tents in the distance were silent. Only the largest golden tent next to the altar was brightly lit, and there was a faint sound. Come to the sound of singing and dancing, it is Khan Huge and a group of his cronies who are drunk and dreaming, feasting all night long, enjoying the last madness to drive away the fear of death.
Wolves are no longer a problem, so if many people gather together in one place, as long as they are not alone, the devil will not attack them.
Quading walked far around the Khan's golden tent and came to the altar. He looked up and saw that the altar was divided into three layers and was made of stacked white stones. This white stone altar is a holy place for the Tiebou people. After Queding became the high priest, he accompanied the two Khans of Bamsahuge to the altar to offer sacrifices to the gods and ancestors. He was no stranger to this.
Today is no different than in the past, with internal and external troubles, life and death on the line, the "Holy Land" has long lost its mystery, and there are no guards on duty beside the altar. Que Ding easily climbed up the stone steps and reached the stone on the second floor. On the platform, seeing no one around, he bent down and groped carefully among the stones. After searching for a while, he found a rough white stone as Qi Gu said. The outline was neither square nor round, and the surface was slightly convex. It was vaguely a five-story building. A mountain peak.
Quading closed his eyes and listened carefully. There was only the sound of wind whimpering in his ears, like weeping and complaining. He groped for the cracks in the stone with both hands, pressed the three protrusions on the upper left corner of the white stone with three fingers of his left hand, and pressed the four protrusions on the lower right corner of the white stone with four fingers of his right hand. At the same time, he pushed inwards, and the white stone was suddenly submerged, making it almost imperceptible.
Quading did not stop, he pushed nine times in a row, and Baishi was submerged for a few minutes. Then he dug his fingers into the cracks in the stone and pulled out with all his strength. All his nails were broken off, dripping with blood, and Baishi slowly moved forward. Moved outside and returned to the original state.
At the moment of reset, Que Ding's feet shook, the stone came loose, and he fell off the altar involuntarily.
The distance of the fall was not long, only as deep as one person. Que Ding had already been prepared for it. When his feet landed and he stood firm, he looked up first and heard a slight "" sound from the movement of the stones. "Gurgling" sound, the wind sound decreased and finally disappeared. The top of his head was airtight, the surroundings were warm and stuffy, and he was trapped under the altar.
Quading took out a string of pearls from his arms and raised it high above his head. After a few breaths, the pearl emitted a white light, illuminating the surroundings. He found himself standing at the end of a corridor, surrounded by walls. They are all white stones used to build altars, large and small, and fit together perfectly.
Quading walked forward step by step, faster and faster. The corridor spiraled downwards with an extremely steep slope. If he didn't move, the time would come to an end. He took a deep breath and stepped into an empty stone chamber. The stone chamber was unusually large, each ten feet long and wide, not reaching the top. On the stone platform in the middle stood five iron Buddhas with merciless faces. It has multiple heads and arms, with ferocious and angry eyes.
He has been traveling in the Central Plains for many years and has heard a little bit about Buddhism. The origins of these five iron Buddhas are the Great Sun Tathagata in the center, Ajata Buddha in the east, Precious Buddha in the south, Amitabha in the west, and Amitabha Buddha in the north. The reason why the Buddha has a ferocious appearance is because he takes it as his duty to subdue demons.
What he has to do is to find ways to awaken these five iron Buddhas. (..)