As she walked, the soft haehashi became flattened, or the body of the right wing suddenly became lighter, and she could take off her grip on the vine as if she had wings, and walk freely on the feather bridge made of dewdrops. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The right wing walked up to the arch and stood at the commanding heights of the bridge, where the clouds were thinner and the moonlight was shining through. The right wing finally saw the road to the guardian palace, the beam of light was slightly oblique, and the bridge body refracted colorful light spots, looming, wonderful, like a fairyland. And at the end of such a wonderful road, there is a black hole, two clusters of flames hanging in the air, which makes people a little cautious at first glance. That place, as scared as she was, she always had to face. The right wing walked quickly, and suddenly a white shadow flashed, making a baby-like crisp sound.

"Who?" the right wing became alarmed: "Who's there?"

The white shadow went back and forth, so fast that she didn't have time to see clearly.

"Who? Who the hell is it that has the ability to come out, and it is not a gentleman's work to pretend to be a ghost. "According to the elders, there will be no outsiders in the Guardian Palace, except for the saint of the previous session, there should be no outsiders. Could it be that it is a saint? But this white shadow is so small, how can it be a saint? The right wing immediately knelt on the ground and said, "The little girl right wing is the thirty-fifth generation saint of the Phantom Clan, and the right wing has no heart to disturb the gods. “

The sound fell, and the white shadow "swished" and disappeared.

After a while, the right wing did not hear any more voices, and she slowly stood up. She didn't know what was going on. She didn't dare to stay for half a moment, and walked forward quickly. The bridge is connected to the bridge, and many flowers are planted on both sides of the fence, but you can't see what they are, and they bloom at night, as if you know that a stranger will come tonight, and the night becomes full of life.

When I approached the palace, I saw that the two flames were originally the lights of the lighting hanging at the entrance of the cave, and there was only one tree next to the palace gate, and a sign was hung on the trunk of the tree, which read: "Sixiang", and many yellow ribbons were hung in the low places of the branches, perhaps these were made by the saints to pass the time.

There are words on the ribbon, and the right wing wants to reach out to get it, but suddenly the flame "ho" burns more vigorously, and then extinguishes it all at once, "Sixiang", "homesickness", "lovesickness", how many feelings are indescribable, how many thoughts have nowhere to send, all burned into ashes with the flame, turned into light smoke with nowhere to go.

Once again, darkness enveloped the right flank. The voice appeared again, and the door of the guardian palace "rang dang", as if it opened by itself.

It seems to be helping me. The right wing's heart was both happy and full of fear, she didn't know if the other party was a human or a ghost, but she felt that it was helping her and guiding her.

The right wing followed it, carefully pushing open the door, leaning against the wall, carefully groping her way into the cave, slowly taking it step by step, making sure that every step under her feet would not be empty.

After walking for a short distance in the dark, the right wing of the body gradually warmed up, and the air was filled with the smell of dust and moss.

The right wing slowly found that the wall was still slightly hot, and there was a little light in front of her eyes, only to hear a "click", as if the lock had been opened, and suddenly the light around her was bright, and the fire troughs in the corridor were all lit up in the hallway.

The right wing had been in the dark for a long time, and she was a little uncomfortable with the light. When she slowly opened her eyes, she was surprised that a large and exquisitely arranged temple appeared in front of her eyes.

The roof and walls of the temple are full of totems and colorful colors.

The right wing leaned against the wall on the right, her fingers sliding over the thick inky colors.

There are birds, people, birdmen, boats, seas, mountains, flowers, birds and beasts in these totems, the whole big totem is like a whole, the colors are properly matched, and the imagery is natural.

However, when I read it carefully, it seems that each creature is a separate story, as if it came from a different person, some of the old colors are covered with new colors, as if someone has modified them, and there is a large blank space and half-painted painting left on the left wall.

On the pillar in the hall, the carving of the winged bird is lifelike, as if flying in the air, and the peculiar thing is that on the pillar on the left side of the aisle, there is a small child cat in the wings on its back, revealing a pair of big eyes.

In the center of the hall, there is a row of spiral steps made of sky blue marble, there are about 20 steps, and at the end of the steps, there is a cloud-shaped platform with two wings floating in the air.

"Is that the Guardian Stone?" said the right-winger silently.

At the end of the stairs, on either side of the stairs, there were two high-backed chairs with their backs, their golden trim and goose down backrests showing their nobility, and when the right wing looked closely, he saw that the chairs had human bones, wrapped in purple silk.

She was shocked in her heart and stomped to the side lightly, as if she was afraid of being discovered. Is that a living or a dead?

"The little girl is right-winged, and she is the thirty-fifth generation saint of the Phantom Clan, who came to visit the two seniors. The right wing made a move, but no one answered, and suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the accumulated dust that had not been cleaned up for many years flew everywhere.

"The little girl is right-winged, and she is the thirty-fifth generation saint of the Phantom Clan, who came to visit the two seniors. The right-wing replied, but no one answered.

If the hanging stone on the platform is the guardian stone, then the guardian saintess should be around to protect it, could it be that human bones..... The right-wing is even more frightened when she thinks about it, but the more so, the more she needs to know the truth.

The right wing walked up the steps gently, slowly approaching the high-backed chair, she covered her mouth to keep herself from crying, but the tears kept falling. It was two corpses that had rotted so much that they could not be distinguished, and one was sitting upright in a high-backed chair, his head tilted to the right, and the fine silk covered the corpses, refracting a little shine. Another body sat on the ground with its head resting on the lap of the man in a high-backed chair.

They are like the saints of the last session, here, there should be no one else here but the saints, judging from the corpses, they should have been dead for more than five years, what happened here? How did they become like this?

The people of the Phantom Race live happily in the protection of the enchantment, and their hearts are full of gratitude and admiration for the Holy Maiden, and they will light sky lanterns every year to release their blessings and gratitude into the sky, hoping that the Holy Maiden can see it.

But who would have thought that people's gratitude and blessings would not protect them. They have passed away quietly here, but no one knows that after so many years, people whimsically feel that they are living happily here.

What a cruel thing to do!