Extinguishing the cigarette butt, Zhang Jue said lightly: "Continue to translate." ”

Zhang Ting nodded, picked up the pen and began to write again:

In 1940, on March X, the weather was overcast; I've forgotten how many days I've been in the Qinba Mountains. I've forgotten what the outside world is. We didn't know what the mission was, and Shao Zuo didn't know the mission, so we just kept going deeper into the mountains. We were a little in a commotion, cold, hungry, and didn't know what the mission was. But after being shot dead by a comrade-in-arms, everyone stopped rioting.

I have a hunch that this may be a big task. I have heard that our army has carried out some secret missions, and many comrades-in-arms have rumored that after entering the secret mission, they may be killed and wiped out, and they will never be able to come out again. I suspect that maybe this is the kind of secret mission I'm going to carry out this time, right? Is it gas bomb development? Or build secret fortifications?

1940, March X, heavy rain; We seemed to have reached our destination, finally settled, and we set up camp in an unknown valley. We are not alone, and there were already several troops stationed here before we came. They are all friendly forces in North China, and they also have no idea about the mission. But finally relieved.

There are 2,000 of our troops in the camp, so the commander shouldn't have wiped out so many people at once, right? And we will rebel, days of riots, and fear of the mysterious unknown. We have formed a tacit understanding that once we find that something is wrong, we will immediately resist.

1940, maybe April? Sunny day, cloudless; I seem to know what we're doing, and I'm the only one who knows, but that's not something to be thankful for. The more I know, the sooner I'll die.

I heard that a certain general in North China, when he was building an underground base, dug up an ancient tomb, and he got a cultural relic from the owner of the tomb. They privately say that it seems to be an evil thing, and they don't know how. The general wanted us to build a secret temple and put that artifact in the temple, as if that was the only way. Your Excellency the General will survive?

I was so unlucky, I shouldn't have applied for photography when I went to university. Now they chose me to take a picture of the scene. And because of the particularity of my work, it seems that all the Japanese soldiers except for the generals. The only one in the know. I was afraid that I would be killed later, and now that my dazed comrades had started to build the temple, I might be under house arrest and confined to a solitary tent.

Now I want to write my last words in my diary: I love my family.

Now I put the diary in a box and bury it in the ground. If someone digs up my diary. That means I'm dead. Please tell my family that I love them.

"Stop!"

Zhang Jue said in a deep voice.

Zhang Ting asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" ”

"He said the Qinba Mountains?"

"Yes, the Qinba Mountains are in the Sichuan-Shaanxi region, which is very large."

Zhang Jue was silent for a moment, and the temple in the photo sounded, and he suddenly realized that the temple was built by Japanese soldiers. I'll just say that the architectural style is quite strange, and the eaves of the temple are hung with wind chimes? In Japan, wind chimes are not a tool for attracting ghosts, but on the contrary. It also symbolizes good luck. That way, that can be explained.

"Go on."

I don't know what date it was in 1941, I don't even know if it was 1941. We haven't known how long we've been here, but I only know that there have been a few heavy snowfalls, which means it's winter, it should be 41 years, right?

Hehe, I survived. Today, I dug up my diary that I had been buried in the ground for about a year. I survived.

The temple was finally built and it was huge. It's magnificent, I've never even seen a temple like this. A mountain is full of buildings. But the style is really unique, I don't believe in Buddhism, but I also know Bodhisattvas and Buddhas. But in this temple. I don't know why, there are only two kinds of Bodhisattvas enshrined, and there is no Buddha. One is the Jizo King Bodhisattva, which is also found in Japan, and the other is the Bodhisattva who is completely black. I have never seen this kind of idol, China really has a long history, and there are even black bodhisattvas; But I don't know why. I feel that this black bodhisattva has a kind of evil feeling, and I am afraid when I stand alone in front of the idol for a long time.

Zhang Jue stood up suddenly, looked carefully at the translated words, and gasped. The shock in his heart made his back begin to feel cold.

What kind of spooky temple is this? There are only two kinds of bodhisattvas enshrined, one is the king of Jizo and the other is the black bodhisattva?

The black bodhisattva, that is, the black bodhisattva, can only be the black bodhisattva. And why, this good and evil are actually in the same room?

Could it be that a certain general in North China is also a member of the Black Bodhisattva Sect?

This doesn't make sense, if he is taught by the Black Bodhisattva, then it will only be for the Black Bodhisattva, and it is impossible to add the Jizo King Bodhisattva. I can't figure it out, it's completely illogical.

Zhang Ting was also a little panicked: "What, what's wrong?" ”

Zhang Jue put down the notebook and sat down, and said calmly: "You continue." ”

By now, all of us already know what the mission is. It scared me to death, what kind of mysterious mission I thought it would be, but it turned out to be just building a temple.

This still seems to be a secret mission, but the secret object may be only for Chinese.

By the way, I took a lot of pictures. Film is precious, but the lieutenant keeps providing it, just giving orders for me to keep shooting, every detail cannot be missed, and waste is wasted.

It was so cool, I remember that I pressed the shutter 2,000 times.

It's a bit of a mess, this time the mission is more than just building a temple. The general from North China was there in person, with a sword in his hand, and his purpose seemed to be to put it in the temple.

We built a plaster statue of Jizo King, and His Excellency the Shogun personally brought the sword to the altar, and his guards shoved the sword through the top of Jizo King's head and smoothed it with plaster.

It's a good sword, it's so beautiful, I want to have it. It should be an extremely precious artifact, because the generals are so careful. I don't know why he hid his sword into the idol, but I don't think I'll ever see that thrilling sword again.

This time there were four hundred guards who came with the general, and three hundred of them remained in the temple. They were shaved as monks, false monks, and they lived in the temple, as if they were guarding the sword. It's so well defended, it really should be a very precious treasure.

It doesn't matter if you can't get the sword, in the photo I took, I secretly saved one. This great moment was done under my records, and I should keep a copy. Speaking of photos, it is really strange that after taking those photos, the general ordered all the photos to be burned......

1943, April 3, sunny; I'm finally out and I finally know the time......

The back was full of trivial diaries, and until December '43, there were no more. Maybe he's dead, maybe he's forgotten.

Zhang Jue lit a cigarette, pondered, looked at the diary in his hand, and his brain was spinning. A bold guess appeared in my mind: Could it be that the Jizo King Bodhisattva has something to do with the Black Bodhisattva? (To be continued.) )