The fire in the royal court lasts day and night, illuminating the last settlement of the Tie-front people. Under the shroud of eternal night, the light is so weak that it can be ignored, but for the surviving Tie-front people, fire means Light and warmth, food and safety, means being able to continue living. Please search (pin%book￥￥.net)! The fastest updated novel
The snow-capped mountains around the royal court were covered with ice, making them unattainable. Guading held his torch high, but it could only illuminate a few feet around him. The night was like a ferocious beast, swallowing up everything. His own figure was reflected in the ice mirror. Holding the torch, he also looked at himself, his face full of helplessness, despair and numbness.
Yes, helpless, hopeless 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 vivid in my mind, like a nightmare that I will never wake up from. The road to escape is a road of death. Run, run with all my strength, to the royal court far away in Beihai. All the women, children and the elderly of the Gaoyantuo tribe were buried. Wolf Belly, the same goes for the other two tribes. Those who were able to escape were the strongest men of the Iron-fronted people, but the ancestors who were buried in the royal court could not protect them. The devil sneered silently and devoured them one by one, one every day. , not more, not less.
They are the devil's food, just like the 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 himself in the old sheepskin tightly, turned around and walked towards a group of iron-fronted cavalry. He silently handed the torch to the leader of the captain, then turned over and mounted a horse. The thin horse galloped towards the flickering royal court. The sound of hooves beats on everyone's heart, like the drumbeat of doomsday.
Passing through the messy and dirty tents, we arrived at the center of the Iron-fronted Royal Court. Around an altar made of white stone, there were about a dozen large golden tents with thick domes and round walls, like stars over the moon, guarding the altar.
Gueding dismounted, dismissed the cavalry, and strode towards a small tent in the southwest corner. He opened three layers of felt blankets, and a warm and familiar smell came to his face. It was the body odor of the old man who burned sheep dung, made milk tea, and was mixed with mutton smell. Together, it’s hard to describe in words.
The maid sitting by the fire saw Gueding coming in, and stood up hurriedly with a somewhat restrained expression. Gueding looked up and saw Qi Gu lying on his side with a hunched body, covered with a half-new wool blanket. 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, huffing and puffing for a long time, and said slowly and laboriously: "Wang Ting is the birthplace of my Iron-fronted 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 then the three tribes of Tusai Qiding Wei Falcon were separated. The North Sea was bitterly cold and not as warm and pleasant as the grassland, so the royal court was abandoned. However, the ancestors still stayed Something has been planted. It is a secret passed down from generation to generation by the high priest of my Gaoyantuo tribe. Even the successive khans don’t know about it... Please put your ear in..."
Que Ding hurriedly stepped forward, listened attentively, and his eyes slowly lit up.
Qi Gu struggled to raise his arm, patted his hand gently, and said, "Go ahead, the iron-fronted man's life or death will depend on it..."
Gueding felt confident and carefully put his skinny arms under the blanket, got 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 the soldiers served him roasted wolf legs and milk tea. With his thoughts in mind, Guading ate a wolf leg cleanly, broke the big bone and sucked out all the marrow. He drank a few more sips of milk tea and put his hands on his back. , wandering around the tent.
Praying for the bones is a return to the light, and time is running out.
After finishing his meal, 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 who were 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 the sound of singing and dancing could be faintly heard. Khan Huge and a group of his cronies were intoxicated, feasting all night long, enjoying the final madness to drive away the fear of death.
The wolves are no longer in danger, so if many people gather together in one place, as long as they are not alone, the devil will not attack them.
Gueding walked far around the Khan's golden tent and came under 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 guarding the altar. Que Ding easily climbed up the stone steps and came to the stone platform on the second floor. He saw 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, vaguely like a five-top mountain peak.
Gueding 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.
Gueding did not stop and pushed nine times in a row. The white stone was submerged for several minutes. Then he dug his fingers into the cracks in the stone and pulled it out with all his strength. All his nails were broken off and blood dripped. The white stone slowly moved outward and returned to its original shape.
At the moment of reset, Que Ding's feet shook, the stone loosened, and he fell off the altar involuntarily.
The distance of the fall was not long, only as deep as one person. Que Ding was prepared for it. When his feet landed and he stood firm, he looked up and heard a slight "gurgle" sound from the moving stones. The sound of the wind decreased. , finally disappeared, the air above his head was airtight, the surroundings were warm and muggy, and he was trapped under the altar.
Gueding took out a string of pearls from his arms and raised them high above his head. After a few breaths, the pearls emitted a white light, illuminating the surroundings. He found that he was standing at the end of a corridor, with white stones building an altar on all four walls. , big and small, fit perfectly.
Gueding 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. These five iron Buddhas have their origins. They are the Great Sun Tathagata in the center, Ajata Buddha in the east, Baosheng Buddha in the south, Amitabha in the west, and Amitabha Buddha in the north. The reason for their ferocious appearance is that It is his duty to conquer the devil.
What he has to do is to find ways to awaken these five iron Buddhas.
