At this moment, the ancient temple in the barren mountain of Wucheng has a completely different atmosphere from Mocheng.

Many mysteries are revealed, and He Manzhou and Bai Yicong are both weighing and exchanging each other's secrets. At this moment, the analysis and speculation are all explicit, He Manzhou once looked for the secret hidden in He Sheng's codex like a blind man touching an elephant, and Bai Yicong also glimpsed a little truth from the fragmented dreams several times.

Now everything is settled, and those hidden histories have also been uncovered by them.

"Just like back then, only the holy maidens of the Wu clan could enter the Tower of Babel, only certain people could see this ancient temple, in short, it was the so-called destined person. And this is the reason why they sent "Shantao Tales Gutu" to He Sheng's hands. ”

Bai Yicong's words were like a thunderclap on the ground, which made He Manzhou not come back to his senses for a long time.

Before this, she had never doubted the bloodline of the He family, after all, counting how many generations of their ancestors in the family, they were just ordinary literati and scholars, guarding the courtyard of one acre and three points of land, entertaining themselves and opening the Tianwentang Museum, holding exhibitions that were not big or small, and receiving a few tourists, without any special place.

But now everything is different, He Manzhou suddenly found that all his previous reasoning was wrong.

It turned out that the reason why He Sheng was involved in this absurd mystery did not start by accident, let alone fly into trouble. It is not accurate to even use a description such as "he was involved in a mystery" to summarize this experience, it should be said that He Sheng received some kind of summoning in the underworld, and only then did he find this ancient temple that should not exist in the world, and opened the source of all calamities.

- This ancient temple foresaw the disaster, and He Sheng became the key.

This kind of inference completely stunned He Manzhou.

For a few seconds, she didn't even want to comment on anything in vain, and she herself was a little difficult to accept the facts.

When it comes to impact, it is like a child who obediently goes home to write homework every day according to school and school, and grows up savagely according to the rules, the biggest worry is nothing more than why there is so much homework today, and the most hopeful thing is just to save more pocket money and buy the candy candy that can collect candy paper for prizes at the stall at the school gate as soon as possible. One day, when the child was about to go to bed, she suddenly noticed a thunderbolt outside the window, and a Digimon appeared out of thin air and told her that you were the chosen child, and that your real mission was to save the world.

The kid is obviously confused, saying that there has never been such a bloodline in his family, are you looking for the wrong person?Digimon conclusively confirms that there is nothing wrong, because this sacred mission is passed down from your father, and I don't know why he didn't tell you, but whether you like it or not, you have to start saving the world.

In a word, He Manzhou is now completely consistent with the inner state of the very confused child.

She said in her heart that Lao He is not obvious on weekdays, and every day is the life of Z big, museums, and going home, and she has not joked with him before, saying that he should look at something else in addition to history and antiques, just like the whole person is buried in the classics, living like a nerd, and there is no interest in life at all.

It turns out that he still has such a big secret.

So what is the connection between He Sheng, or the bloodline of the He family, and the Wu clan of the ancient kingdom of Loulan?

While thinking about these, He Manzhou's thoughts unconsciously drifted further.

She chewed carefully all the memories from childhood to adulthood, trying to find the so-called clues from those days when there was nothing unusual, so as to verify something. And in the process of thinking, she soon realized a new problem.

If it is not accidental that He Shenghui inadvertently entered this ancient temple, the so-called illusion also existed, or to put it another way, it is precisely because the scene in the illusion has occurred that the current situation has been created. This is not just a relationship between the virtual and the real, but there is a certain predestined causal relationship.

And He Manzhou acts as a medium connecting the virtual and the real.

She is in the present, but she can see the past.

What had happened was like a slide in her dreams, an essential part of breaking the impasse of the moment. He Manzhou had to extract useful information from the dream and deduce what had happened in order to find a turning point from that almost fragmented event.

There are not many records of the huge mystery of the ancient kingdom of Loulan, and it is difficult to find a real explanation in history, in such a fog, no matter how ridiculous what He Manzhou glimpsed, it has become the only key to crack the treasure of the relict king, and it is the clue that they have to investigate.

And such a clue is obviously too cautious.

.......

Just when He Manzhou's heart was inextricably linked, Bai Yicong's voice came over again.

"Xiaozhou, have you noticed that there is a Tower of Babel in your dream?"

He Manzhou just recalled it a little, and immediately nodded.

All of her weird dreams were related to the Tower of Babel.

Whether it is the dazzling golden light emanating from the exotic yellow sand, the Tower of Babel carved with strange totems on the walls, or the figure of Lao He completely hidden in the rain curtain, they are all so clear and profound. In the pouring rain, the shadows of the swaying trees reflected the dilapidated ancient temple and the shadow of the Tower of Babel looming at the end of the distant mountain, these real exists in He Manzhou's dreams every time, she clearly remembers that Lao He's figure is scattered at the end of the Tower of Babel, and finally leaves a sigh that is almost sad.

"Could it be that there is still some origin here?" He Manzhou asked.

"Do you know what this Tower of Babel represents?" Bai Yi never replied directly, but continued with an inexplicable meaning, "As I told you before, in the eyes of the Wu people of the ancient kingdom of Loulan, the language of humans and gods is different, and the gods cannot hear their prayers directly, and devout believers can only show their loyalty to the gods through many actions..... Wearing a mask and performing a prayer dance, performing sacrifices on specific occasions and months, and offering appropriate offerings to the gods on a regular basis, and so on. But no matter how much I prayed to God and Buddha, the ancient kingdom of Loulan still suffered from drought year after year, extreme water shortage, and was tormented by natural disasters and years of war, and everything did not really improve. ”

"How can it be improved...... The problem has not been substantively resolved, and simply relying on praying to God and worshipping Buddha is itself a palliative rather than a cure. He Manzhou thought about Bai Yicong's words, "And where are the gods who can't hear their prayers, whether there are really gods in the world or not, this has to be a question mark, okay?"

"Yes, so when the Wu people realized that the sacrifice was just a futile exercise, the high priest came up with a more direct way, trying to show the loyalty of the people to the gods in a more reverent way. ”

"In what way?" He Manzhou asked.

As these words fell, there was a sudden sharp lightning in the sky, which suddenly brightened the gloomy night. This was followed by a deafening thunder, and the atmosphere in the dilapidated ancient temple became even more gloomy.

Bai Yicong's voice was cold and good, and there was a faint echo in the silent ancient temple.

"The High Priest wants to summon the Tower of Babel in the midst of nothingness and use it as a medium to ask for the gods to come down. ”

Everything is just a straightforward statement, without any superfluous feelings, and these things are told from an absolutely objective point of view. It seems that some cruel history that has been buried for thousands of years has been excavated little by little, and those weirdness and absurdity, horror and despair have all been spread out on the table, and He Manzhou is breathless.

"Wait, summon the Tower of Babel?" He Manzhou was silent for a long time before repeating in a low voice.

Although since she came to Zhaohui Mountain, she felt that what Bai Yicong said was more difficult to understand than the other, but the previous content was still within the scope of normal human understanding, and no matter how unbelievable it was, it was barely traceable.

But what is Bai Yicong talking about now?

Asking for the Coming of the Gods...... But any mature young person who has received education in the core values of socialism will not believe such a ridiculous thing.

The flickering candle flame reflected Bai Yicong's well-defined side face, his expression did not change much, and his slightly lowered eyes were like ice and snow, hiding his emotions deeply, so that He Manzhou couldn't see too many of his thoughts, and could only hear his flat and low voice.

In the eyes of the high priest, the Tower of Babel connected the common people and the gods, allowing the gods to hear the prayers of the faithful. As I said, the gods of the Wu clan are not gods in the orthodox sense, but evil gods. In the legend of the Wu tribe in the ancient kingdom of Loulan, the goddess survived by absorbing the offerings of the believers, and borrowed the power of the worshippers to protect her followers in turn. There is a subtle connection that can be formed, and when their bond is strong enough, the deity is to come to earth in person to fulfill the wishes of the believers. ”

"What is this, what about savings and investment?" He Manzhou seemed to understand when he heard it, his big beautiful eyes turned, and he opened his mouth to analyze it out of tune, "Is it still carried out with overdraft to pray to the gods and worship the Buddha, first of all, the believers will store enough loyalty and sacrifices, and then wait for the corresponding rewards from the gradually recovering gods in the future, is this a growth insurance?"

"It's pretty much the same, but it's not about making money, it's about killing. People's blessings are limited, no matter how much you pray for blessings, everything has a fixed number, and many things are irreversible - life and death, good and evil, good and evil, and the way of heaven. If you force too much to change your life, you are just overdrawing your own fortune and consuming yourself. Taking 10,000 steps back, entrusting one's destiny to uncertain things is an extremely absurd choice in itself, and it is contrary to the way of heaven. ”

"That'...... Do the people of the Wu clan know this? If people knew that the goddess they had worshiped for a long time was nothing more than an evil god, no one would want to take such a risk....... The logic here doesn't make sense, so could it be that the high priest brainwashed the clansmen?"

"The Wu clan of the ancient kingdom of Loulan may or may not know, but they can't change the fact that this is a hoax. Bai Yicong's eyes drooped slightly, as if he was sighing with emotion, "Whether it is the high priest's deception of the clansmen, or the deception of the gods to the world, to put it bluntly, there is not much difference. ”

It was already a little awkward for the conversation to go to this point, after all, that period of history was so strange and heavy that just comments were enough to make people feel extremely uncomfortable.

He Manzhou's lips touched up and down, and he tried to say something after considering his tone, and finally squeezed out a sentence after a long time.

"Maybe it's because of these that the ancient kingdom of Loulan will end up in ruin. ”