Everyone sat paralyzed in the yellow sand, the treasure was lying on the body of "making a fortune", more and more wrong, the little Taoist priest held him, and found that his lips had turned purple, his eyes flickered brightly and darkly, and his consciousness began to blur. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He was trembling, his hands and feet were trembling, like an epileptic patient's seizure, and his mouth was muttering: "Cold ......"

The little Taoist priest looked at him, frowned slightly, and said, "The situation is not good, it seems that the sand ghost's evil qi has swam away in Brother Liu's body." ”

I listened to the words of the little Taoist priest, and I was anxious, and urged the treasure several times, and he answered a few times in a daze, and then stopped squeaking.

Seeing that he suddenly stopped making a sound, my heart tightened, and I thought, "No...... "My head felt like it had been struck, and it was empty. I took a deep breath and trembled my fingers to probe his breath.

The little Taoist priest said: "He is not in serious danger for the time being, but he has been in this situation, and the situation is not good." When the big guy heard this, his face changed, and whether it was useful or not, he consciously took off his cloak and coat and covered the treasure with him, leaving only a thin veil for himself.

At first, I didn't feel anything, but after a while, the hot sweat that came out of the running just now quickly condensed, and the cold air of the desert began to climb up my body. There is nothing to burn in this place, we have little clothing, and there is no warm place to hide, so I am afraid that the next day no one will have a hard time.

The camels were in their cages, and some of our clothes and food, and they didn't come back to us, and we ran out of food. Wang Bajian knew that I was sad about Jixiang, so despite his own injury, he thoughtfully went to find the cage hanging on Jixiang's body and my Mongolian knife for me. He told me that the auspicious body had been covered by the sand and dust, and that it was safe to be buried in the earth, and although my heart was very sad, I also knew that there was nothing I could do.

We draped some of our spare clothes over ourselves, and the wind blew and shivered. At this moment, Wang Bajian suddenly stood up and said, "There is movement!"

When I heard the words "there is movement", my nerves hung again, and I thought to myself, "There won't be any more Shanu, right?"

Wang Bajian listened carefully, and after a while, he said to us: "That's right, it's the sound of footsteps!"

"Footsteps?" the big guy looked at each other, and then looked at Wang Bajian, Wang Bajian turned around, pointed to our front, and said, "There!"

Everyone knew that Wang Bajian had a smart ear and would not hear it wrong, so they stood up one after another, crossed their arms, and looked at the cylindrical rammed earth tower that stood in the dark.

Just as I was disturbed, the shadow shouted to us, "Everyone, come inside!"

Hearing this voice, I was amazed, it was the Treasurer, it turned out that he had been in the ruins! Behind him there was a figure, it was our guide You Chi, I should have been happy to see them, but I felt a little strange.

We followed him to the middle of the ruins, which was too dark and far away to see clearly, but when we approached, we found that the ground was covered by yellow sand, forming a small mound, and the cylindrical tower was not made of rammed earth, but of stones.

I took the camel to safety, fed it a little salt and hay, and followed the curator to a ruined house with a roof.

On the edge of the tower, there is an abandoned well, which is estimated to have been used to draw groundwater, and now the well water in it is like the small city where we are now, which has disappeared with time.

The kuller pointed to the well and said that there was a secret passage in it to enter the tower, where we could hide from the wind and sand. My ancestor and I looked at each other, how did a merchant selling camels know about such a hidden place?

However, since he can tell us that there is a secret path here, there are naturally a hundred reasons to come to the circle, so the old ancestor did not ask more.

The entrance is in the middle of the well, and in terms of cross-section, it leads to the lowest level of the tower. Climbing the rope down, on the edge of the secret door, I saw a mechanism similar to the shape of the holy fire, after entering through the secret door is a deep and dark passage, a trace of coldness in the dark passage swimming, I shivered, the little Taoist priest carried the treasure, followed me, gave me a sense of security.

It was very bright ahead, and it brought a glimmer of light to the passage. The passage is covered with cobwebs, and there are terrifying reliefs of human faces. These reliefs have different appearances, but they are all with deep concave eye sockets, round eyes, raised cheekbones, and a high nose bridge, typical of the Western Regions race.

These reliefs are in a gloomy place, with a faint firelight, which looks hideous and abnormal, and I walk forward uncomfortably, always feeling stared at by hundreds of pairs of eyes, and covered in hair. I really can't figure out how there can be such a finely carved relief in such a secret passage leading to the tower.

I carried my heart to the inside of the tower that was buried under the yellow sand, but I didn't expect that there would be colorful murals in the tower where the years were deposited. The mural depicts the sky, water, earth, trees, animals, humans, and fire.

I don't know much about the culture of the Western Regions, so I can't figure out the deeper meaning of this, but the murals are very clear. It uses yang carving, and on the basis of carving, it is painted with colorful plant pigments. The old ancestor was suffering from an occupational disease, and when he took a closer look, he found that the paint was also smeared with honey, which made the color of these murals enduring.

It's just that I really can't figure out if this is the small town or transit point I guessed earlier, then I need to make the interior of a tower so beautiful?

I stopped to take a closer look with my ancestors, and found that the eyes of the characters on these murals had been scraped off, but judging from the scraped parts, the eyeballs showed a three-dimensional circle...... I was shocked, the old ancestor did his habitual movements, pinched his chin, and he said, "This place is quite interesting, their eyes may have been decorated with precious stones, but then they were gouged out......"

I asked him if he could see what this place was.

The ancestor said: "The worship of gods in the Western Regions is different from that in the Central Plains. So saying, he walked over to another fresco, which began to depict a panorama of a small city, and there were two special buildings in it, one that resembled a temple, and the other that was cylindrical, which was supposed to be the tower where we were. This tower is very special, it is shaped a bit like an upside-down bottle cap, there is no cap, and a ring is built inside it.

The next thing to look at is a funeral ceremony, this ceremony is very exquisite, there are many steps one by one, and there are words on the side of each ceremony, like a record, but the ancestors said that this is a scripture. When I saw the last few murals, I understood what the ring inside the tower was for. The ring stretched out on three floors, containing the bodies of men, women, and children.

The final scene is the picture of several fierce eagles swooping downward, pecking at the meat, these are in heavy color, looking three-dimensional and real, a little bloody, the ancestor said: "This is their faith." ”

I listened to the meaning of my ancestor's words, and hurriedly said, "Did you see something?"

The old ancestor put his head close to me, lowered his voice, and said, "Let's go to the ground often, and we know a little bit about it......"

He told me that with this mural, it is almost certain that the people here believe in the "Fire Jacket Religion". The people of this religion set up "fire" as an object of worship. He had heard that the "Fire Jacket Sect" regarded "water, fire, and earth" as sacred, so the funerals practiced would not be through water burial, cremation, and earth burial, but would be "heavenly burial", that is, "bird burial".

I thought that the concept of "sky burial" would be similar to the "sky burial" in Tibet, but I didn't think that the situation of the two was the same, but there were essential differences. The ancestors said that the "heavenly burial" of the Fire Jacket Sect is because they believe that after the body and soul are separated, the body will be polluted by evil and quickly decay, so it is necessary to place the body of the deceased in an uncovered sarcophagus through a series of rituals, and then place it in the "Tower of Silence", so that the birds of prey in the sky can eat the flesh, and then collect their bones and put them into the shallow well in the center of the tower, accept the baptism of the sun, and finally turn into powder.

As soon as he finished speaking, I thought of that picture, goosebumps stood up, and when I turned around, I found the curator standing behind us, dressed in black. I was startled, and for a split second I noticed a noticeable change in his face, his gaze flickering, and finally so deep that it was impossible to figure out what he was thinking.

But soon, he reverted to the businessman we had seen first, he said to us, "Rest for a while......" and said, and stopped paying attention to us, but remembering his gloomy eyes just now, I couldn't help but feel creepy, and glanced at the old ancestor, he shrugged his shoulders and smiled at me, I looked at him and thought: "The old ancestor is also an acting school, I think it's weird, he still pretends to be nothing!" (To be continued.) )