Hawk!

There are quite a few, and this one that was knocked out of the sky by a blind man is just one of them. When he found it on the outskirts of the capital last night, the blind man began to chase after it all night, until he finally caught up with the eagle at the edge of the Tibetan realm, confirmed what should be confirmed, and then killed it.

This is the most important eagle, and as long as it doesn't go back, it's not too big. In the process of chasing, there were several times when he almost lost it, and each time, the blind man couldn't help but want to kill it directly, but he held back stubbornly, but fortunately, everything went well.

Even with the ability of a blind man, chasing the eagle all night, he felt unusually tired at this moment, sat on the stone, and let out a long sigh.

After a slight relaxation, he looked back in the direction of the Tibetan Domain, if he had eyes, it would be "seeing", but unfortunately, the place where he originally had eyes was now only two black holes, so he just turned his head there at this time.

But at this moment of turning his head, an extremely struggling look appeared on his face, as if he had an inexplicable urge to enter the Tibetan region of the plateau.

But he still held back deeply. sighed, supported the bamboo pole, stood up a little stiffly, and then slowly returned from the direction from which he came, and complained in fragments as he walked: "Let the blind man chase the eagle, he can really think of it, what if I accidentally fall into the mountain stream and fall to my death......

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meanwhile

On the top of a big mountain on the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, an honest monk who couldn't be older anymore, also pinched a dead eagle in his hand, raised his eyes to look in the direction of the Tibetan Plateau, and took several steps, wanting to move in that direction, but stopped alive. Finally, it turned into a helpless sigh.

Then, he looked at the dead eagle in his hand and shouted the Buddha's name: "Nan Wu Shakyamuni Venerable, monks should not kill, Lao Na originally wanted to capture you alive, but I didn't expect to shoot a little heavier, the eagle donor, please forgive me, Lao Na will bury the eagle donor." ”

As he spoke, he gathered some dry wood on the top of the mountain, set it up, and then placed the eagle on it, lit a fire, and prepared to incinerate the dead eagle.

Then he sat down cross-legged and began to recite the Sutra of the Past Lives.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, but this eagle was very special, its feathers were normally hard as iron, but when it came into fire, it immediately turned into nothing. The flesh on the body is also different from the rough flesh of ordinary eagles, and it looks extremely delicate. The flames seemed to be the nemesis of this kind of eagle, and after a while, the delicate flesh emitted a strange fragrance.

At this time, the honest monk abruptly stopped chanting, opened his eyes suddenly, and the old Adam's apple squirmed unconsciously, then stood up, sighed very sadly, and slapped a palm slightly, and the flame was quickly extinguished under this palm wind.

The honest monk grabbed the eagle meat that exuded a strange fragrance, and said compassionately: "Donor, you are too resentful, so there is no way to be born, if you are a beast in the next life, it will be in vain to waste this good scripture that Lao Na recited." So Lao Na plans to use great mana to overtake you, don't blame it. ”

As he spoke, he squirted saliva in his mouth, and then took a sharp bite of it.

It didn't take long for the eagle to be eaten cleanly by him, looking at the broken bones that fell to the ground, the honest monk smacked his lips with some unfinished business, and then put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, sin and sin." ”

At this moment, another eagle roared in the sky, and the honest monk's dim eyes suddenly brightened, and then he looked up and saw another goshawk passing over his head.

Without saying a word, he stepped directly, jumped into the sky as if in a straight line, grabbed the eagle's neck, strangled him directly, and then fell into it again.

He lit the fire again and threw the eagle in.

This time, however, he caught an ordinary eagle, which looked very similar to that kind of eagle, but after baking, it had a foul and pungent burning smell.

The honest monk shook his head in disappointment and recited the sentence, "Sin, sin." Ignoring the goshawk still grilling in the fire, he slowly descended the mountain with old steps.

The mouth was still reading: "A handful of old bones, what are you fighting?"

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There are many eagles, and the eagles that fly into Tibet can be described as thousands.

However, thousands of special goshawks gradually formed a group after entering the plateau, and then they jumped over the majestic Potala Palace, over the herds of yaks, over countless lamas' temples, through snow-capped mountains, and through beautiful rivers and lakes.

They kept flying forward, and then they came to the very deep part of the snowy plateau, a vast no-man's land that stretched for thousands of miles.

No man's land, or forbidden place for people, because there is no one here.

In the vast snowfield, a huge mountain made of cold ice suddenly appeared. Thousands of goshawks swooped down like arrows towards the iceberg.

The mountain is very great and exceedingly wide.

In front of the mountain, there is a huge mountain gate carved of white jade, which is 50 zhang high and 30 zhang wide. It seems to have been standing here since ancient times, and I don't know how many years have passed. If anyone were to get here, it would be shocking. Be amazed by its grandeur and its mottled sense of history.

On the huge plaque at the top of the mountain gate, there are two very strange and ancient fonts engraved, but if someone who is proficient in the development of human writing sees them, they may be able to recognize them: Yuxu.

Thousands of goshawks formed a curved line and entered the huge mountain gate one after another.

Then, they continued to flap their wings, passing by palaces made of white jade or ice, passing by a dozen huge squares that were wide and empty, and passing by temples. However, the place was extremely empty, and there was no sign of life except for the group of goshawks.

Eventually, they flew into a huge cavern.

Although it is a cave, it is unusually bright inside.

Inside the cave, there is a magnificent white jade palace city built in the iceberg mountain, and the area here is not smaller than the distant Forbidden City. But I don't know what kind of method the owner of this place used a long time ago to build such a great palace on the iceberg of this no-man's land.

All the goshawks fluttered to the ground in a square outside the palace and stopped. In front of them, in the center of the square, there was a crystal coffin, and faintly, a man wearing a falcon mask and a black cloak could be seen inside.

At the moment when thousands of goshawks stopped, the crystal coffin suddenly opened, and at the same time, the masked black fighter suddenly opened his eyes.

At this moment, thousands of goshawks cried out one by one. The sound comes and goes, and every eagle is calling, but it seems to be extraordinarily rhythmic.

After a while, the sound of the eagle gradually stopped, and the falcon mask took the first step out of the coffin stiffly, and it seemed that he had not moved in it for a long time, so his body was in a state of rigidity.

When he took the second step, he still seemed a little stiff, but it was much more natural than the first. Then the third, fourth, and fifth steps, his body gradually recovered.

Then he looked up at the goshawks, and with a casual gesture, landed on one of the eagles in the middle. The eagle's body was stunned for a moment, then trembled slightly, and a sad look seemed to appear in its eyes. Then, the chosen eagle walked towards the Black Dou Masked Man.

The other falcons naturally got out of the way at this time.

The eagle gradually walked up to the black robe, and the joints of the eagle's legs were slightly bent, giving people the illusion that it seemed to be kneeling, its body trembled, and it let out a low whistling sound, which seemed to be begging.

The masked man nodded slightly, as if to affirm something.

Then the falcon seemed to get an answer, and immediately slammed its head hard, and a slight "rattle" sound was heard, and its body stiffened and fell to the ground.

The masked man waved his hand slightly, and the dead eagle floated up gently without wind, and then was grabbed by him.

After this move, the other eagles and falcons spread their wings and flew high one after another, swooping into the pool of milky white jade liquid flowing on the left side of Miyagi Square, fluttering wildly. Occasionally, they will pick up and eat the white jade-like things inside, which look like small fish.

The masked man carried the dead eagle and walked towards the grand palace gate step by step with his hands behind his back, and then gently pushed, and the heavy palace door was slowly pushed open by him.

Inside, however, there is a black aura that contrasts sharply with the bright exterior.

The black-robed man walked in, passing by halls, rockeries, and milky ponds, and entered a palace that looked very remote.

The light here is dim, and the large, glowing hedron on its head is only illuminated by a dim light. Inside the hall, there were five erected crystal coffins, all of which were people wearing black cloaks and pale masks painted with different patterns, and they were sleeping at the moment.

The falcon mask struck on the five crystal coffins one by one, and with each knock, the coffins slowly opened. Then the people inside will wake up. Then one by one, they came out of the coffin.

However, only three people came out, the whirlwind mask in the fourth coffin, and the pine needle mask in the fifth crystal coffin, but they were lying quietly inside.

The falcon mask sighed slightly, as if he was a little sad, and he understood that the people in the two coffins would never wake up again.

After the three people who came out had overcome the initial stiffness and discomfort, they sat quietly in front of a white jade table in the center of the hall with the falcon mask.

The falcon mask placed the eagle on top of the jade case, rubbed his fingers, and a cloud of sparks exploded, slowly burning along the eagle feathers.

At this time, he spoke: "Its wish is that its offspring can fly freely, and I agreed. ”