As these words fell, Bai's face finally changed a little.

This result was not unexpected, before leaving for Xizang, he and Xia Mian's guess was exactly the same, if it weren't for some kind of variables in the saint's body, she would not have been able to break out of the deception that the chief priest of the witch clan had been consolidating since then, and even almost destroyed part of the scattered "goddess's battle suit".

But when Tsering Gesang really said it, he couldn't help but have a slight change in mood. But such emotional fluctuations were well suppressed by him, and he was still indifferent when he spoke, and he even patiently asked knowingly, and unhurriedly guided Tsering Gesang to say more things.

"The secret of immortality sounds a little strange, but it seems like some fantasy cliché. Of course, I didn't question what you meant, I'm just a little curious, is this a sacrifice of the Wu Clan?"

"No, it's not just about the Wicans. ”

"So what's it about?" Bai curled the corners of his lips slightly, "You might as well make it clearer." ”

In response to him, Tsering Gesang had a serious expression, and his gaze sank, inexplicably cautious.

"The mandala flower, the sea of mandala flowers, is the source of the disaster. ”

........

Tsering Gesang still remembers the conversation that night. Digging deeper, it was the first time that Yang Jin was honest with him, or was forced to be honest.

For no other reason, Tsering Gesang inadvertently confided in the secret of the family actually involved the secrets of the Wu clan. On such a particular occasion, two souls who were originally just appeasing each other had to get closer and tell each other their true secrets.

It is precisely because of such coincidental honesty that the ancient inheritance of the ancient kingdom of Loulan is clearly revealed.

- Immortality.

At first, it was just because of Tsering Kelsang's sudden nightmare.

After that chance encounter in the snow mountain, Tsering Gesang never forgot Yang Jin at first sight, and secretly ran to the snow mountain for the next few days, wanting to see if he could meet the fairy-like holy girl again. At that time, he didn't know that Yang Jin also had the same curiosity about him, for no other reason, the place where Yang Jin and Tsering Gesang first met, the small wooden house that looked very unusual in the snowy mountains, was the place where Yang Jin used to come before he officially became a saint and lived in the temple.

Everyone has their own way of decompressing, and this is Yangjin's secret base. Every time he was in a bad mood or wanted to be alone and quiet, Yang Jin would come to this small cabin alone to look at the snow, as if watching the snowflakes fall, covering the rugged mountain road of the solemn and sacred Kawagebo Peak, many things can be calmed down, and the mood becomes better.

As he grew older, the troubles that Yang Jin was worried about had already changed unconsciously.

She was secretly happy for a long time from the beginning of becoming a saint, that special glory filled her heart, Yang Jin suffered a lot when she was carefully cultivated by the high priest, but she was balanced by the admiration and attention of the people, and her biggest worry at that time was only that she was worried that she was not good enough, and did not serve the gods wholeheartedly.

It wasn't until later that Yang Jin met that woman, and those secrets about the Wu clan were suddenly revealed, which was enough to subvert her long-standing beliefs and make what she had been insisting on collapse in an instant. Polarized information was intertwined in Yang Jin's heart, and she didn't know which side to believe, but she gradually became confused about the sacrifice of the Wu clan.

And doubt has always imperceptibly affected a person.

When the seeds of doubt are planted in the heart, it is inevitable to guess and think more, Yang Jin can no longer trust everyone to die as deeply as he did at the beginning, and will subconsciously look for all kinds of evidence to verify his guess. As more and more information was verified, the woman's words seemed to be confirmed, so much so that the holy woman of the Wu clan had become the one who resisted the existence of sacrifice the most.

If it weren't for this, Yang Jin would not have sneaked out the day before the New Year's Festival.

At that time, Yang Jin just wanted to find a quiet place to be quiet, just like a child who would habitually hug his doll tightly when he was lonely and helpless. Who knew that it was such a coincidence that she actually met Tsering Gesang who was lost in the snow-capped mountains, and triggered a series of entanglements later.

It is impossible for ordinary people to find the location of the Wu clan, and from a certain point of view, Tsering Gesang was able to faint near this small cabin, which was enough to surprise Yang Jin. At that time, Yang Jin didn't know that all this was not a coincidence, but an inexplicable traction between the flower soul and the scattered fragments of the "goddess's battle suit", and it was destined that the two of them would meet from the beginning.

What does the interweaving of love and curiosity, trust and dependence, bring?

This answer is particularly clear in Tsering Gesang and Yang Jin, and just like that, the two of them gradually became acquainted.

But because of their status, there is a sense of distance between them, and Tsering Gesang can talk to Yang Jin about his endless quarrels at home, about his disgusted younger siblings, but not about his distraught nightmares. Just like Yang Jin coaxed this younger brother a few years younger than her in a good voice, and took as much time as possible to comfort him, but he would not talk about his troubles, and he didn't say a word about the sacrifices within the Wu clan.

If, not that day.......

The day when Tsering Gesang came to see Yang Jin happened to be the beginning of the month, and he waited for Yang Jin in the cabin as usual, which was the consistent tacit understanding between the two people, they both knew that the other party would come to the appointment, but they would not ask each other where they came from, leaving only silence.

In normal times, Tsering Gesang would only sit quietly at the wooden table, waiting for the arrival of the girl he liked. But he was not well that day, and the fatigue of the night and the severe cold made him fall asleep when he reached the cabin.

Sure enough, the nightmare struck again, and the pain of being torn apart by tangled vines and seeing the fragments of limbs put back together bit by bit continued to repeat, and even closing the eyes became a kind of torture.

When Tsering Gesang woke up, Yang Kim was sitting on the edge of his bed.

At that time, the girl's face looked very heavy, and Yang Jin gave people the feeling that she was cold and gentle, just like the heavy snow, covered by soft and soft layers, and did not show sharp edges and corners. But at that time, her expression was sharp enough, and even a little gloomy because she was too cautious.

"How did the totem on your arm come from?"

Tsering Gesang had not completely recovered from the nightmare, and was stunned by Yang Jin's words, so he slowly pulled his sleeve up, pressed his index finger on his temple lightly a few times, and then asked a rhetorical question.

"What's wrong?"

When he said this, Tsering Gesang just wanted to end the topic, and he knew that if he showed resistance, Yang Jin would not ask any more. But this time Yang Jin was completely out of Tsering Gesang's expectations, she was usually gentle and she didn't have any intention of avoiding the topic, she looked straight at Tsering Gesang, and asked again.

"You answer my question first. ”

Why did you choose to reveal your secrets to such an extent?

Tsering Gesang can't say the reason until now, but for Shangyang Jin's eyes, his psychological defense line has indeed been relaxed. Trust is often something that cannot be summarized and is difficult to force, it is too ethereal and too rare, but although the time spent together is very short, Tsering Gesang inexplicably trusts Yang Jin so much that he is willing to tell her everything.

And when all the nightmares about Abba and intermittent were recounted, Tsering Gesang could clearly see that Yang Jin's face was getting more and more ugly. She made no secret of her thoughts and trade-offs, the truth told by the mysterious woman back then, and many things that she had never thought through all these years, gradually became clear at this time.

Prior to this, there had always been a layer of fog between Tsering Gesang and Yangjin, and with the honesty of one of them, the other party also showed equal trust, revealing the mystery little by little, and completely dissipating the shrouded fog.

"The sacrifices you've heard about have nothing to do with the Snow Maiden, but with our tribe. ”

"Your tribe?"

"Yes. After a brief silence, Yang Jin raised his head and looked straight at Tsering Gesang, "I am from the Wu clan, this is not a tribe in the traditional sense, but a relic of the ancient kingdom of Loulan. We have worshiped the gods for generations, and that is the god of war in the ancient kingdom of Loulan. As for the sacrifice you see repeatedly in your dreams, it is the most solemn annual sacrifice of our tribe. ”

"So the sacrifice that Abba saw at that time, and the scene that appeared in my dream, are all real?"

"You can understand it that way, but ......."

With thought, Yang Jin's tone paused slightly, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

"The strange thing is that what you see is not real, our tribe does perform annual sacrifices at the temple, but it is done in the newly built temple, and the temple you see is not on the peak of Kawagebo, but in the mountains of the Dock City....... It was the earliest place where the Wu clan settled, and it wasn't until an accident within the tribe a hundred years ago that the branches scattered all over the place, and we came to Kawagebo Peak. Moreover, it is said that the earliest temple has long been destroyed, and now all that remains is the ruins of the temple, but listening to your description, what you see is clearly the most prosperous period of the Wu clan, which in itself is unreasonable. ”

"Could it be because of that man, the so-called master of the flower soul?" Tsering Gesang thought about it carefully and quickly pointed out the crux of the problem, "The sacrifice he said began, perhaps referring to another sacrifice, it was the distortion of different time and space that caused the vision to occur. And who is the woman who has awakened from the mandala flower?"

As Tsering Gesang's words fell, Yang Jin was silent for a longer time.

Just when Tsering Gesang thought that Yang Jin would not answer this question again, and that this short conversation was about to end here, and the confession was only over here, and there would be no follow-up, the girl finally continued.

It turns out that what she meant by immortality is what she meant. ”