When everyone heard what he said, they all felt in their hearts, wondering what happened.
Dong Tianxing was the first to react, pointing to the mountain walls on both sides and saying, "Look, there are murals on them!"
Everyone looked up and took a closer look. As he said, it was true that there were many murals carved on the mountain wall: some were totem symbols of primitive religions, and some were scenes of people hunting, offering sacrifices, war, and working. They were various and complex.
These vivid murals, layer after layer, surround a huge pattern on the top of the cave and are scattered around the mountain wall in a circle.
As for that pattern, you can’t tell what it is at first glance. It looks like both eyes and
Flying birds, but one thing is for sure, this pattern is exactly the same as the tribal totem hanging in Wenbantimu Village, Zili!
Obviously, the old village chief didn't know anything about the strange light, or even the shining mountain wall.
He just deliberately concealed it and scared everyone not to enter the cave. There must be something wrong.
Lian Ji Feng's eyes were filled with anger, and she yelled, "I'm going to catch him!" After that, she turned around and ran away.
However, not long after, the sound of footsteps was heard from the other side of the fork in the road. Lian Ji left and returned, accompanied by the lieutenant of the Intelligence Department, Yanqi officials, and four white-robed guards.
The person held by two of them was the village chief.
"Sir," the patrol captain said with cupped hands, "Not long after you came in, this old guy was thinking about running away. The humble officer saw something was wrong with him, so he took action to control him and then brought him to see your lord."
Li Jiangyao nodded, ordered the guards to let go of the village chief, and then said in a calm tone: "What is going on here? Don't be afraid, to be honest, we will not harm you and your tribe."
The village chief looked at Wu Rong, who was resting on the ground, and knew that he had gotten into trouble. He quickly knelt down and begged for mercy: "Sir, this is the holy land of our Ziliwenbanti Mu ancestors for generations, so...that's why I didn't fully explain what I just said. To be honest. This Liuguang mountain wall has existed for hundreds or thousands of years. It has always been a sacred place for our tribe. Every few decades, it will become sparkling, and we regard it as a god coming to the tribe. It’s an auspicious omen, and I don’t want to let outsiders touch it easily.”
"What's behind the Liuguang Mountain wall?" Li Jiangyao asked.
"I don't know," the village chief said tremblingly. "Since the birth of the tribe, no one has ever been to that side. I can only vaguely see all kinds of wonderful sights behind it. Sir, I dare not hide it anymore. I beg you to spare my life."
Murong Ninghan removed the jade hand printed on Wu Rong's back and walked to Li Jiangyao: "I feel that he is telling the truth this time. No one can pass this mountain wall."
She paused briefly and then said: "General, this flowing mountain wall is very strange, but it has nothing to do with the purpose of our trip, and it is a sacred place. In my opinion, we should not get too entangled. Please Miao The masters from Xinjiang and Yunnan can collect some lead and go back."
Li Jiangyao agreed with a hum in his mouth, but he didn't think so in his heart. It was obvious that there was still space behind the flowing light. What was inside had aroused his great curiosity. Secondly, he didn't come here just for the sake of weight. The real goal was to connect to the entrance to another time and space.
Therefore, Li Jiangyao didn't listen to Xiahou Ninghan's words at all.
He was confused for a moment and asked the village chief: "What legends and records does your tribe have about this strange thing? Tell me about it."
The old village chief wiped the cold sweat from his head and said seriously: "There are not many literate people here, and there are no records. Most of them are stories passed down orally from our ancestors. I heard from my grandfather and the previous generation's Lingpo, that the mountain wall Over there is the paradise of Nanjin Flower God, and this mountain wall is the door to the paradise. The ancestors of our tribe were the guardians of the Flower God in ancient times and were responsible for guarding this door."
Dong Tianxing likes to join in the fun. He has read a lot of allusions about Xijiang. He nodded slightly and said, "I know a little bit about the Flower God's Paradise. According to legend, the people in the Ghost Desert of Xijiang all worship the Nanjin Flower God and hope that they will live in it during their lifetime." Do good deeds, accumulate virtue, practice devoutly, and after death you will receive the grace of the Goddess of Flowers and go to the paradise."
"That's right." The village chief responded: "But many people don't know that we have such a door to the paradise here. Our village is called Ziliwenbantimu, which means like iron and stone. A strong guard.”
"Bragging," Lian Ji mocked after listening to the Yanqi official's translation: "If this could really lead to the Paradise, wouldn't you have gone there a long time ago?"
The village chief knew that she was sarcastic about him and couldn't help but sigh: "This door has the power of the Flower God. Anyone who dares to touch it will be struck by lightning, ranging from injury to death. This is not a joke."
Wu Rong, who was sitting on the side, agreed: "What he said is absolutely right! The moment I touched that light, it was as if I had been hit by a master with internal force, and my internal organs were almost shattered."
At this time, even Xiahou Ninghan was intrigued by this mysterious and mysterious rumor: "Old village chief, has no one succeeded in so many years? What does it look like when it doesn't shine?"
The village chief replied: "Every few decades, this mountain wall becomes radiant. The short-lasting ones last for three to five days at most, and the long-lasting ones last for one or two years. This time the most evil ones are all. It has been six years and it is still so dazzling. As for when it is not shining, it is just like the mountain wall next to it, black and extremely hard."
He paused briefly and continued: "In the past, there were bold young people who wanted to take advantage of the lack of light to dig into the mountain wall to see what was there, but even if they tried their best, it was of no use. Instead, they encountered bad luck one after another. , ended miserably. After that, no one dared to blaspheme the gods anymore. I heard from the previous generation of spiritual women that if you want to enter the paradise, you can only wait for the Flower God to show mercy and cast a stream of light gate, and only the chosen son and the Holy King of Xijiang are qualified. Open the door, no one else can.”
The Holy King of Western Xinjiang?
Upon hearing these four words, half of the people present looked at Li Jiangyao. He was the Protector-General who regained Western Xinjiang, and his achievements were unparalleled. Moreover, he was not conferred by the imperial court, but was a leader jointly recommended by the soldiers of Xinjiang and the kings of various countries. He was simply the best choice for the king of Xinjiang.
Li Jiangyao smiled awkwardly and asked the village chief: "Did Granny Ling tell me there is any method or ritual for opening the door?"
"Yes, yes," the village chief nodded repeatedly. Then he pointed to the mountain wall next to him: "There is the seal of the Flower God there!"
Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, and on the mountain wall, a circular flower pattern composed of runes came into view.
"Lingpo once said that only the Holy King can lift the seal, and the door to the paradise will open automatically." The village chief added tremblingly.
Li Jiangyao walked closer and observed the flower pattern, but didn't feel anything strange. Just as he was about to reach out and touch it, someone suddenly shouted from behind: "Wait a minute, let me try it first!"
The person who spoke was Lian Ji. She quickly walked closer and without waiting for Li Jiangyao's reaction, she reached over and touched the mountain wall.
Li Jiangyao knew in his heart that Lian Ji did this because he was worried that there was something weird on the mountain wall and that he was afraid that he would be accidentally hurt like Wu Rong, so he rushed to try it for him.
Lian Ji moved so quickly that no one present, including Li Jiangyao, had time to stop her. However, when her slender hands were placed on the mountain wall, no strange changes occurred. The flower pattern was still dark and coldly engraved there.
Lian Ji let out a sigh, lifted her hand from the rock wall, looked carefully at the flowers by the light of the torch, and said, "It seems like nothing."
"Of course it's nothing," Dong Tianxing chuckled: "Miss Lian, you are not the Holy King of Western Xinjiang, how can it change?"
Xiahou Ninghan smiled: "I am not a Holy King, but I also want to try."
With that said, she took a few steps forward, stood next to Lian Ji, raised her hand and placed it on the flowers, while secretly circulating her innate Qi.
This time, the flowers on the mountain wall suddenly flickered visible to the naked eye. Although it was only a short moment, everyone could clearly see that the fast and weak light was exactly the same as the light on the flowing mountain wall, both of which were dazzling blue. color.
The village chief was the first to make a loud noise and shouted excitedly: "Oh my God! The seal has reacted, and the flower god has appeared!"
Everyone else was also surprised and happy, and looked at Xiahou Ninghan at the same time.
Xiahou Ninghan also looked at his palm, and then thought: "The seal just now did respond to my innate energy. I could feel a very powerful force, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye."
"Is it because the internal power does not last?" Lian Ji was very curious. At this time, she also forgot to be jealous of Xiahou Ninghan and said: "I also used internal power just now, but it didn't have the same effect as yours. Do you want to Try harder?"
Xiahou Ninghan shook his head: "I don't think it's a matter of the size of the internal force or whether it lasts... Well, this thing is so mysterious, I can't explain how it feels."
"Let's ask Daduhu to give it a try." Dong Tianxing said: "Here, Daduhu's martial arts are as good as those of the Xiahou clan leader, and he is a veritable king of the Western Border."
When Li Jiangyao heard what he said, he smiled awkwardly again: "If you praise me so much, wouldn't it be embarrassing if I can't even shine for a while?"
"It's okay," Lian Ji took Li Jiangyao's arm and said coquettishly, "It's not dangerous anyway, just give it a try, maybe it will work."
Xiahou Ninghan, who was so close, couldn't stand her look. He frowned slightly, and then said: "General, give it a try."
Li Jiangyao smiled bitterly and took off Lian Ji's arm. He took a step forward and stood in front of the flower pattern. He raised his hand and asked, "Do you want to use your inner strength?"
Xiahou Ninghan smiled and nodded: "You can use it or not, we'll see..."
Unexpectedly, she stopped abruptly in the middle of her words, and her beautiful eyes stared at the strange scene in front of her in surprise.
The moment Li Jiangyao pressed his hand on the mountain wall, the entire bustling pattern seemed to come alive, blooming with bright light in an instant, and the blue overflowing light completely enveloped Li Jiangyao's hand.
[First of all, I would like to thank: Jiangmen Yunyun, Yiyuhuo Huangquan, Hui Ge, I am Fifty-Three, Liang Shen, Just Take a Look, Snowy Lost City, Li Ergou, LR, Not bad-:, Logic, Hangzhou Your Majesty and other enthusiastic book friends and brothers. I know that my level is limited and my writing is not very good. I only rely on everyone’s tolerance to get where I am today.
This novel is an imaginary history. Although the plot is fictional, the patriotic feelings and praise of heroes are real. So I always feel that people who like Zhenjiang Army should also be passionate men who have family and country at heart. Because only in this way can resonance be generated in the process of reading the book.
Because of this, I will work harder to tell this story well, so that everyone can immerse themselves in the turbulent years of fighting with iron horses and swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, and fighting side by side with the Zhenjiang Army.
Finally, I wish all book friends a healthy Dragon Boat Festival and all the best! 】
