If the great master Xin Lichen of the Chinese Buddhism had been at the scene, he would have knelt down on the ground regardless of everything, crying and shouting, "Buddha, you are suffering."
This brick pagoda hidden in the center of a fifteen-meter-deep pit is indeed a Buddhist pagoda.
It's just that it is not the kind of pagoda that people know, but something from more than a thousand years ago.
The reason why I can recognize this pagoda is because I have seen unearthed photos.
It is obviously a temple of Zoroastrianism, but a Sakyamuni was dug out...
Damn it!
Amazing enough!
Tochara was once one of the largest Buddhist countries. Located on the Silk Road, it was a holy place where the Buddha's light shone for centuries.
Although Zoroastrianism was once very popular in Tochara, it was still inferior to Buddha.
Soon, Cheng Feng and I were taken to the edge of the pagoda and were shocked again.
Under the north side of the pagoda, a dozen locals were lying.
Judging from the clothes of these locals, they should be archaeologists and assistants with high status!
But they are dead.
The fatal wounds were all on the chest, killing him with one shot.
There are yellow and orange bullet casings next to it. Read the book
The moment I saw the bullet casing, I was stunned.
Golden bullet casing?
So luxurious?
At this moment, a man in the corner turned his head and looked at me coldly with his dark eyes: "Go. Dig him out."
The speaker was an old man with a big beard, and it was hard to tell how old he was.
The old man has an unusually tall aquiline nose with a high bulge in the middle.
"Hebrews!"
I was slightly surprised, but I calmly pretended not to understand, and asked the other party in poor idiom.
What responded to me was the old man's raised pistol.
An ivory-handled revolver!
All gold plated!
The old man didn't want to talk nonsense with me at all. He looked at me worse than an ant.
Press your thumb and the firing pin will rise, ready to fire.
At the critical moment, Cheng Feng raised his hands in front of me and stood in front of me, screaming loudly.
I pulled Cheng Feng away, but Cheng Feng didn't move at all.
In panic, I blurted out: "Tang Dynasty!"
The Chinese word "Tang Dynasty" came out of his mouth, and the old man's finger froze on the trigger: "Tang Dynasty!?"
"Do you know about the Tang Dynasty?"
I pretended not to understand what the old man said, but I nodded desperately, pointed at the pagoda and mouthed incoherent words about Tang Dynasty and China, and retracted my hands to make funny and exaggerated gestures.
"China. Tang Dynasty."
"You mean..."
Suddenly, the old man's thin mouth came out in fluent Chinese dialect: "Xuan Zang studied for Buddhist scriptures? The pagoda? In 632 AD?"
I stared blankly at the old man with my mouth wide open and eyes wide open, and nodded numbly, but my heart was racing with thousands of horses galloping, and I secretly screamed in pain.
It’s over!
I'm going to die here!
I can't believe it to death that this old man can speak such standard Chinese dialect.
What’s even more terrifying is that this old man actually knows the exact time Xuanzang arrived in Tochara!
The other party is not only a master of archeology, but also a master of history!
What’s even more frightening is that the other party still speaks the same language!
How to pass this level?
Fight!
Fight! ! !
I shouted hurriedly and lightly bumped into Cheng Feng's shoulder.
Cheng Feng also yelled in bad shit-talking language not to shoot, and responded at the same time.
"It turns out to be a pagoda!"
"Yes."
"How did you know?"
When these words came out, I was so worried that I had hit the opponent's gun to death, and I responded with a trembling voice.
"Are you from the... museum in northern Tochara? Wasn't your museum robbed? Why are you here?"
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I felt relieved when the old man didn't speak the local language, and I trembled in reply in broken slang and Farsi.
"Who robbed your museum?"
"Uzzah?"
"It's this ****** again."
"In his hand is the golden crown and golden belt of the King of Bactria, as well as the scepter of the Zoroastrian high priest..."
"Those are our Hebrew things!"
"And that super emerald, worth at least 200 million dollars..."
With expletives coming out of his mouth, the old man counted Ussa's crimes and treasures in detail, and the ferocious look on his face made people shudder.
"Blow this up!"
"I hate monks."
Suddenly, the old man stood up and yelled fiercely.
Immediately, the wooden white-skinned captain next to him made the strangest gesture to the old man and said in a solemn voice.
"Kill these two."
Hearing this, my hands couldn't help shaking twice.
This grandmaster-level old man actually has such indifference to human life.
Although Cheng Feng couldn't understand the old man's words, he could understand the murderous intent in the old man's eyes.
Immediately, Cheng Feng's breathing stopped and he gave the signal to take action.
There are four snipers above. If you don't fight, you will die. It's better to fight!
At this moment, I suddenly spoke softly.
The old man who was about to retreat hummed and looked up at me: "Stupa? Is there a stupa here?"
I nodded vigorously and kept gesticulating with a trembling voice: "If it is a Buddha relic, it is valuable, a lot of money..."
"China, rich people, Hong Kong Island, rich people..."
"Knives, knives, millions of knives..."
Seeing the dead and indifferent eyes of the old man, I secretly thought something was wrong, and immediately shouted: "Buddha relics are sacred objects in China. They can bless the holy power, enhance the spirituality of practitioners, extend life, recover, cure, and cure diseases." ..."
It wasn't until the last few crappy words came out that the old man's cold and solemn eyes finally moved.
He looked at the pagoda, pondered for two seconds and pointed at me. Yin Chai shouted: "Dig it out."
I nodded vigorously and pointed carefully behind the old man.
The old man raised his hand and slapped me: "This is my thing, you don't deserve to use it."
I looked at the old man blankly and pointed at his feet.
The old man looked back sideways and glared again: "Okay."
Without saying anything, I bent forward, picked up the digging tools of a local archaeologist who had been dead for a long time, handed them to Cheng Feng, and immediately started digging the pagoda.
The old man didn't speak again, but stood aside and watched me plan the bricks, with a bit of strangeness and appreciation in his eyes.
